I Am Machine
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.D...