Clone casualties? None of clones will count the dead.
Human casualties? Reaper has his hands strained, dread
But who am I?
I didnt meet my copy even kill
I doubt about my originality
I feel like foreigner thoughts so ill
Epoch of clones now ends, tabooed, banned
New day dawn soon will come, trying to understand why
Day of the victory, our mankind is safe
But I think I am one, a clone, my deaths postponed
Final deletion
I survived my deletion.
But who am I?
I didnt meet my copy
I doubt about my originality
I feel like foreigner thoughts so ill
A cyclic end, history to flush
Theres one left to decimate
A cyclic end, my future is unknown
To join normal life, I have to procreate
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
