I'm in a room full of bodies, it's packed man
I lost everyone I cared about, those are just their remains
They are memories, images, photos,
Bodies I cannot touch, I can merely see
They're lesser versions of who they were
They are reruns that air, they fill the spots
They're episodes I've already watched
Condensed, they're dumbed down and their intents shrunken down
They're ghosts, hovering, walking past, shuffling through
They speak to me and I can't hear a sound, they're on mute
These ghosts came to haunt me
When we collide, I get the chills
My heart skips
And they steal my essence, and they still me
I get tense and my face trickles with sweat
It's like they know everything about me
That is all, I'm Pac-Man in a room full of ghosts
All these bodies, and I've never felt more alone
I can't take the credit for it all, so let's call it a loan
I'm not the man I'm used to be
I'm barely me, I'm barely real
Faces are looking at me, they talk to me, and I can't hear a sound
It's like I'm going deaf or I'm being d**h
These people want to get at me
They're so real, more real than I will ever be
They touch me, to save me, to grab me, pull me to reality
But it's futile, I won't let them, they go right through me
It's like they know nothing about me
Scarred by many past frustrations, I woke up a ghost
I am embedded in their lives, and I am a fading piece
They are grasping at straws trying to find me
I wonder how they will swallow the news, when they find out
I'm now gone, I'm a ghost in a room full of Pac-Mans