Project 86

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