The standard brand

Walking through hand in hand

Clad empty stares

Hair tucked behind ears

Self and Clone

You are never yourself

No one can help you

Yourself and your clone

All alone?

And only I see

The truth through...

Blinding veils and such

You've lost human touch

Your clone is NOT enough

Laying on memory foam

To absorb the pain in your soul

Though you know it will...

Never go away

In an empty rooom

A witch on a broom

Haunts your very dream

Your Double

Your Copy

Slash Hobby

Will never be enough

Your Clone

A Drone

Will leave you Alone...