5 April 2007
I'm losing sight
don't count on me
I chase the sun
it chases me
You know my name
you know my face
you'd know my heart
if you knew my place
I walked straight down
as far as I can go
I follo
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.
Hey, you know I find it frightening,
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