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