You're Doomed If You're A Clone The sky hangs crimson red on this apocalyptic scene The pain is all too real you know it cannot be a dream The end has come and gone for the world we used to know Franticly you try to erase any expression of your own Your lives can't last forever, so you all try to blend in You squirm inside your moist & flaccid artificial skin You wear such delicate masks but you are PLASTIC to the bone And one thing I can say is you are DOOMED if you're a clone You’re doomed if you’re a clone Recycle and impersonate, make sure you fit the mould If they find you lying here, you'll lose your last safe hold They'll lock you in a cell where they will cut you to the bone If there's one thing I know it's that you're doomed if you're a clone You’re doomed if you’re a clone So the future is upon us, we all look and sound the same Same old yell and jack-off show it's hysterically lame But at least they'll never find us if we all have the same tone They won't detect a different voice 'cause we're all fucking CLONES! You’re doomed if you’re a clone © Copyright The Limit Club 2008