Make a perfect replica of your life. Cut the paper with exacto knife. Tape it up, tape it up. Against the howling wind. I'm so tired, don't know where to begin It's so unreal. It's all I need
fulfilled. They made me heart of steal, the kind them bullets cannot see, yeah. Nothing's what it seems to be. I'm a replica, I'm a replica. Empty shell inside of me. I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me
