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