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?