[Verse 1:] How you think things is gonna ever change? If you keep doing the same old things You ask the Lord for help But you won't help yourself Now
(Dice) Juz' call me first born, you're my first love, You're my 1st kiss from up above. And I don't care if you don't give love back Coz' n my heart is
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
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
On croit toujours y voir plus clair On cherche tous une lumiere On se laisse tenter, on se laisse porter On s'abandonne a ce qu'on nous donne Une liberte
At the end of the road where lies turn to dust. You'll find the remains of a girl and the truth that hurt too much. Through her eyes you'll see that
I'm a clone I know I'm fine I'm one of more on the way I'm two, doctor Three's on the line He'll take incubation another day I'm all alone, so are we
Un mundo ciego (o no lo queres ver..) Profeta enfermo: ?o sos complice, de el..? Castillo al suelo la realidad otra vez, se te va.. Matan renglones,
On n'est rien que des petites clones Blancs, noirs, jaunes, rouges Que des petits clones Tous la meme peur de la difference On nait juste pas tous avec
Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck? To the clones, we bless the domes Blow the vial, you know my
Yeah, to all the Jim Carey ass large co-op Know what I'm sayin'? Large co-op, what the fuck? To the clones, we bless the domes Blow the vial, you know
At the end of the road where lies turn to dust. You'll find the remains of a girl and the truth that hurt too much. Through her eyes you'll see that it
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 You
Un mundo ciego (o no lo queres ver..) Profeta enfermo: ?o sos complice, de el..? Castillo al suelo la realidad otra vez, se te va.. Matan renglones, los