Clones - Wrekonize

When the lights go dim

Everything around us begins

All the people run to get a piece of the sin

Everybody wanna be the star of the spin

And the city’s full of folks that are in it just to win

Bones break fast on the chain, let em know

Indie thoughts, not today, let it go

Little boy blue, where the hell is your dough?

Look at everybody else in the same chokehold

This is space age

One mind and a faceplate

Why would anybody wanna leave they home?

Anybody in they right mind 'bout to see the fine line

I don’t really think that they should roll

This world here is encased in gold

All of us are chasin' it slow

It’s been years in the fears of the people in this place

I’ve been keeping all of them in control

They been on the run

Button’s getting pushed for fun, you don’t need air in your lungs

Take a little rum

Bet it feels nice and numb livin' underneath my thumb

Get it in, get it done

Laboring the minds of the young to make it feel like you ain’t sprung

Hand over the guns

It’s the new world, my son, where everybody is like one

Here they come

They’re all around me

I feel like I’ve been surrounded by, cornered by, infected by

Taken over by the-

Clones, clones, clones

In a world full of-

Clones, clones, clones

Nobody is safe from the-

Clones, clones, clones

You better run from the-

Clones, clones, clones

When in Rome, you should probably just do it as the Romans did

Slaughtering the heathens on stage

Sneaking death into the city on some Trojan shit

Now who wanna get murdered today?

Got an axe packed for the fuck of it, swinging Jim Duggan shit

Cutting through the people that ain’t fittin' for the mothership

Hundred million sheeple in the same damn covenant

Facebook live the event, and now you double it

All across the globe we can feel this now

Everybody’s thinkin' the same

If you feel any different would you please sit down

This thing here ain’t a game

If they wanna come in and control the crowd

I know what they chancin' to say

Everybody listen to this here loud

This is your chance for the fame

They been on the run

Button’s getting pushed for fun, you don’t need air in your lungs

Take a little rum

Bet it feels nice and numb livin' underneath my thumb

Get it in, get it done

Laboring the minds of the young to make it feel like you ain’t sprung

Hand over the guns

It’s the new world, my son, where everybody is like one

Here they come

All around me

I feel like I’ve been surrounded by, cornered by, infected by

Taken over by the-

Clones, clones, clones

In a world full of-

Clones, clones, clones

Nobody is safe from the-

Clones, clones, clones

You better run from the-

Clones, clones, clones

When you least expect them

They’re there, everywhere

Clones