Splinter

[00:00.00]	作曲 : Jack Bergin/James McKendrick
[00:00.48]	作词 : Jack Bergin
[00:00.97]	An envision of atrophy, vacant daydreams
[00:06.57]	There's nothing to see
[00:10.07]	This will be the death of me
[00:28.06]	I fall apart at the seams, so fragile it seems
[00:34.16]	There's nothing to see
[00:37.77]	I will be the death of me
[00:41.70]	All my life dissected no direction
[00:45.43]	Cut the wounds and swim through the infection
[00:48.87]	Living life upon my back, I twist, I turn, I relapse
[00:55.49]	Isochronic environment where quiet is violent
[01:03.57]	The silence is deafening, can't hide it
[01:09.05]	Too little, too late,
[01:12.56]	Ashamed from the cradle to the grave
[01:16.53]	Too much, too soon
[01:19.29]	Sit back chokin' up on my silver spoon
[01:39.20]	All my life dissected no direction
[01:43.61]	Cut the wounds and swim through the infection
[01:47.00]	Living life upon my back, I twist, I turn, I relapse
[01:54.16]	Isochronic environment where quiet is violent
[02:01.68]	The silence is deafening, can't hide it
[02:07.65]	Too little, too late,
[02:10.16]	Ashamed from the cradle to the grave
[02:14.43]	Too much, too soon
[02:17.27]	Sit back chokin' up on my silver spoon
[02:22.11]	No ****ing end to this misery but the grave
[02:28.03]	Still singing my Melancholy melody
[02:31.74]	Down the barrel of a loaded gun
[02:34.75]	Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on
[02:50.77]	My violence

[00:00.00]	zuò qǔ : Jack Bergin James McKendrick
[00:00.48]	zuò cí : Jack Bergin
[00:00.97]	An envision of atrophy, vacant daydreams
[00:06.57]	There' s nothing to see
[00:10.07]	This will be the death of me
[00:28.06]	I fall apart at the seams, so fragile it seems
[00:34.16]	There' s nothing to see
[00:37.77]	I will be the death of me
[00:41.70]	All my life dissected no direction
[00:45.43]	Cut the wounds and swim through the infection
[00:48.87]	Living life upon my back, I twist, I turn, I relapse
[00:55.49]	Isochronic environment where quiet is violent
[01:03.57]	The silence is deafening, can' t hide it
[01:09.05]	Too little, too late,
[01:12.56]	Ashamed from the cradle to the grave
[01:16.53]	Too much, too soon
[01:19.29]	Sit back chokin' up on my silver spoon
[01:39.20]	All my life dissected no direction
[01:43.61]	Cut the wounds and swim through the infection
[01:47.00]	Living life upon my back, I twist, I turn, I relapse
[01:54.16]	Isochronic environment where quiet is violent
[02:01.68]	The silence is deafening, can' t hide it
[02:07.65]	Too little, too late,
[02:10.16]	Ashamed from the cradle to the grave
[02:14.43]	Too much, too soon
[02:17.27]	Sit back chokin' up on my silver spoon
[02:22.11]	No ing end to this misery but the grave
[02:28.03]	Still singing my Melancholy melody
[02:31.74]	Down the barrel of a loaded gun
[02:34.75]	Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on
[02:50.77]	My violence