Adrift
Allen Núñez, Aeryn Jade Santillan, Christopher José Rodríguez, Mark Erik Boulanger
Burnt out and dreamless
Alone and unkempt
Entombed in bloodless flesh
Contorted in masculine pose
Talking in circles
Worked to the bone
Sleepless in the aisles
Drifting through a sea of false memories
(Staring, haunting, wanting, drowning)
Until I clock out and realize I'm 30 years older
With no forward motion, decay marks the passage of time
And so it seems that this is all there is
Lost faces, stolen moments
But maybe, I deserve this
Maybe I deserve this
Maybе I'm nothing but the weight of my work
If I dig a little deepеr
I might just be able to turn this around
Why do I believe compliance will save me?
None of this is real
None of this is real
See me through my own eyes
See me through my own eyes