I'm drunk on the vestiges of a dying scene What's left: impressions of what it really means. To be a part of something bigger than the system that unjustly
In a past life I was just some Back alley abortion Stem cells collected on a coat hanger Tossed in a trash bin I can't help but think the kind of hip
In un futuro che non c?e, artificiale come te siamo tutti gia clonati, tutti telecomandati ed adoriamo la tv. Anche noi! anche noi! Siamo oggetti perfetti
A room with a hundred men The design of a perfect blend Identical strains of code Dressed up in the fashion mode The air I breathe The blood that
I'm a clone I know it and I'm fine I'm one and more are on the way I'm two, doctor Three's on the line He'll take incubation another day I'm all alone
We?ll always create perfect human We?re always form decent results Seperate the DNS killing our tenderness Cloned people exist and run A finest selection
I can see for miles in your eyes They disappear into sea of faces I can see for miles with your eyes Their faces are faceless Clones of yourself I
In your hands there's a newpolished "45, it boosts your ego and the trigger makes you king, innocence can't cut the troaths of your victims, in your
We have gathered specimen for ages, the genetic structure of earth, our work is nearly complete, we have the maps and where to begin. We have technology
You accomplished nothing and now it's to late, you chose wich game to play and now it's game over. [Chorus] Your mind is divided and you have lost
Electronical a future failure, biomechanical life for hire. In our minds there's something missing now, though our bodies look exactly the same, in
Breathing fire, our hollow eyes are blind. These poisoned wells are keeping our throaths dry. We seek freedom while we hang in chains, can't think clearly
-Dad, I want you to make me one. I'm feeling restless and bored. -Sure son, I'll give you a private whore, but don't come asking for more. [Chorus]
Fake comfort, the devastating kiss of death, fake love, bitten by the deadliest snake. Broken hope, you played me like a marionette, crushed dreams,
This was once a beautiful place, but now it's dead, we killed it long ago. With dusted eyes and dry mouths we are trying to survive. We're exposed to
Late hours, in the bleak flourocent light, a glimpse of the future. Icarus succeds, the laboratory's cleansing, quiet calm. Reality seems far away and
A poisoned tongue, home of perverted lies. Bloodfilled lungs, exhausted by your lust to sacrifice. Religion, wield the axe of god, release the beast
Now you're a clone, With heart of stone, Synthetic soul, Brainwashed and cold. You're just a clone, Got no control, Forced in a mold, Processed and sold
