One Armed Man - Project 86

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…