Pressure Video (MV)

I come home
Whatdya think, I don't know
What's all around?
Covering, pushing on
Throwing it all back at me
I am undead
I cannot speak my mind
Whatdya think, I don't know
Nothing at all
Just from the evidence
That lies before you
A stress-addled man
Splintering
Splintering
Splintering
Splintering

I come home
Whatdya think, I don't feel
Air in my bones?
No break from breaking up
How about I become dust
Forcing syllables
If I fail
Whatdya think I can say
"Tomorrow waits, c'est la vie"
Crumbling
It might be too much for
Me to go but
Splintering
Splintering
Splintering
Splintering
Splintering