Splintered With - Intellectual

[Chorus]

In '83, I was splintered with a mirror

My eyes ripped apart, couldn't see clear

And now my mind can't think any clearer

In '87, I'd drift away

The phonies drew nearer, so

Inhumane, yo

I don't get rest anymore

So I'm inching to death

I yearn for rest, just hope

Delivering (myself) pain, UPS

I yearn for rest

But I'm making progress, I'm bled