End Of The 1980's - Carpathian

«How many people in this world are like me?»

From a distance we look much the same

Wondering if cold is the absence of something because

I’ve felt this forever

After a while you learn that everything stops

We’re ageing and we all die alone

The constant tick tock of lifeless irritates

We’re all so fucking dead

Heartless means little to those who have

Caved chests, bound eyes and broken hands

I myself am fabricated

Has this meant nothing?