Under a small cliff
You see the pain
The sadness and hatred
Marked by storm
Thrown out ideas
I was just another
I would like to live
With the vicious tendencies of the world
Kneeling on the abstraction of a land
A land built by large
And always will be for large
Transparent individuals are seen from cliff
Transparent for power
A number more in news programs
Traces the remains are left
Hopelessly fallen into a deep destination
Isolated in his own population density
Are we there down brother?
There are replicants
Replicants are those
That multiply in bad ways every generation
Fight for a law is a joke
It's been done once and will not be repeated
We are biased
We live in a insanely tedious gift
And an insert future
Life is just a misunderstood stage
We must be equal to someone?
But that we are and always will be
But that we are and always will be
Children of Replicants
Children of Replicants