Blessed Are the Blind - Klone

Chaos in my sight

I alone witness of the process

Mass production of humanoid clones

Faces without identity

Living proofs of human inanity

Self-inflicted pain of a reckless society

Strangling itself

Putting its head in the noose

The countdown is on

No senses

No feelings

Nameless, faceless ghosts

Am I the next?

Blessed are the blind

Spreading infection

The reign of duplication

Aftermath of DNA manipulation

Breeding replicas

Xeroxed, copied

Conformity is the way to evolution

It makes me sick

It makes me sick

I wish I was blind

Can’t you see

We’re heading straight

For disaster

Condemned like dominoes on the fall

And you are the next

Blessed are the blind