Submerged in endless (trailing off)

I watch them fade by (sigh)

Lifeless and blank-faced (paining on)

I see...

The face I use to be

They want to feel this (straining on)

They want to sense this (now)

Drunk with existence (waking me)

I'll show you something(someone) you can feel



They search and strain and drink and stagger

They play on... But I'll never, ever look back



Zombies staring, looking my way

Crying out for something...

They can't fill their stomachs with enough to satisfy

The hunger growing



Needing something real



Zombies staring, looking my way

Crying out for something they can't feel

Play, on stray on, in these wicked days on

Play on and understand that in your drunken stupor you

Are dying



Zombies staring, looking my way

Reaching out for something, anything

Anything to keep them numbing

Keep them plunging far from knowing...