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 moves

My heart to mend I cry

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The mind of a mannequin

The look of the perfect twin

This army of confidence

Is an army of no defence

The air I breathe

The blood that moves

My heart to mend I cry

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The air that I breathe

The blood that moves me

One broken heart mend

The self I defend

The air that I breathe

The blood that moves me

One broken heart mend

The self I defend

I walk through a no man's land

Come lend your creating hand

How I crave for identity

Come lend me your fantasy

The air I breathe

The blood that moves

My heart to mend I cry

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone

The tears of a clone