Lyrics

Please wake up, kill the unwise sunrise
Hands are dark, building insides on slides
Save some blood
Make a son

You don't have to be a slave to the enemy ones
All you are is bait for anxious stuttering clones

You're a lot like the old guy, same size
But you formed in peroxide, alongside mice
Now your hollow soul cries...

Everything I am is just a mirror of another one
Everything is dead, it's just reflections of forgotten song
I don't want this life, I never asked to be your spin-off son
Everything I am is wrong

You don't have to be a slave to the enemy ones
All you are is bait for anxious stuttering clones
When the world is vacant 'cept for the duplicate ones
What will be our fate in a world full of echoing puns?

Lyrics by Michelle Pavcovich
Music by Upwell
Music and Lyrics © 2003 Upwell