Time ticks by through another sleepless dark
People are breeding, silently feeding on each other's spark
Days fly by through this cold eventless life
Seconds decaying, pulsing and splaying,
slitting through each night

Eyes grow wider to the shortness of my breath
With every year the scars growing clearer edging toward the depth
Sight fades out with the light of every hour
Sucking the sweet that on it's repeating grows ever more sour

I don't want to fade to nothing
Am I dried to dust and blowing away?
I just need to believe in something
Before I lose one more day

Infinite
There's got to be something more
People are breeding, people are feeding
Infinite
There's got to be something more
People are breeding, people are feeding