Paroles de End Of The 1980's

"How many people in this world are like me?" From a distance we look much the same Wondering if cold is the absence of somthing 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 repeating 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?