Testo One-Armed-Man (Play On)

One-Armed-Man (Play on)Submerged in endless (trailing off)I watch them fade by (sigh)Lifeless and blank-faced (paining on)I see...The face I use to beThey 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 feelThey search and strain and drink and staggerThey play on...but I'll never, ever look backZombies staring, looking my wayCrying out for something...They can't fill their stomachs with enough to satisfyThe hunger growingNeeding something realZombies staring, looking my waycrying out for something they can't feelPlay, on stray on, in these wicked days onPlay on and understand that in your drunken stupor youare dyingZombies staring, looking my wayReaching out for something, anythingAnything to keep them numbingKeep them plunging far from knowing...