March of the Clones

Stupor of fools trapped in a paradox
Slip back, dream state
Flesh crawls as your body rots away

Angels with broken halos
A swan song burn away the day
It's not your plight, so why even try
A trap in every word you say

Now you're left to pick up the ruins
She holds you captive in lies

I can't see the strings
Yet I feel them pulling slow
I've got hell inside of me
I'm falling down

How could you feed me poison?
How could you take my dignity?
She holds you captive in lies

I can't see the strings
Yet I feel them pulling slow
I've got hell inside of me
I'm falling down

The clones keep marching on

I can't see the strings
Yet I feel them pulling slow
I've got hell inside of me
I'm falling down