Submerged in endless (trailing off)

I watch the fade by (sigh)

Lifeless and black-faced (paining off)

I see....

The face I used to be

They want to feel this (straining on)

They want to sense this (now)

Drunk with existence (waking me)

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



They search and strain and drink and stagger

They PLAY ON...but I'll never, ever look back



Zombie 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 druken stupor you

are dying



Zombie staring, looking my way

Reaching out for something, anything

Anything to keep them numbing

Keep them plunging far from knowing...