| End Of The 1980's |
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| «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? |
