Lyrics:

A Room With A Hundred Men
the Design Of A Perfect Blend
identical Strains Of Code
dressed Up In The Fashion Mode

the Air I Breathe
the Blood That Moves
my Heart To Mend I Cry

the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone

the Mind Of A Mannequin
the Look Of The Perfect Twin
this Army Of Confidence
is An Army Of No Defence

the Air I Breathe
the Blood That Moves
my Heart To Mend I Cry

the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone

the Air That I Breathe
the Blood That Moves Me
one Broken Heart Mend
the Self I Defend
the Air That I Breathe
the Blood That Moves Me
one Broken Heart Mend
the Self I Defend

i Walk Through A No Man's Land
come Lend Your Creating Hand
how I Crave For Identity
come Lend Me Your Fantasy

the Air I Breathe
the Blood That Moves
my Heart To Mend I Cry

the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone

the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone
the Tears Of A Clone