Do you feel as time goes on that you have have begun to die?

Twisted and decayed,
Our minds start to go,
My conscience dying along with everything else bit by bit.

When you dream you can no longer fly,
Everything you thought you knew, flew away from you.

The blows you take, only feel like small stings.

I am machine, I feel nothing,
Automatic, non est humana.

I am beyond caring, beyond reason,
I cannot see the beauty, in your eyes.

Do you find yourself in a cage like some animal but you cannot even cry?

Love - what is it?
Love - who needs it?

My romantic ideals have been shattered,
Watching from the outside and always looking in,
I want to open the door just to slam it again,
I want to scream at the top of my lungs just to know what it's like to feel,
To laugh until my stomach hurts,
To cry until I have drained every last tear,
To love until I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest.

As the years go by I slowly turn into machine,
The me I once was has begun to die and turn to dust,
When I look into the mirror I ask myself just who I am any more,
I am a monster, I am a robot, a slave to the grind.