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)
Ill show you something (someone) you can feel
They search and strain and drink and stagger
They play on...but Ill never, ever look back
Zombies staring, looking my way
Crying out for something...
They cant fill their stomachs with enough to satisfy
The hunger growing
Needing something real
Zombies staring, looking my way
crying out for something they cant 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...
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