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 sawn song

burn away the day

its not your plight

so why even try

a trap in every word you say

now your left to pick up the ruins

she holds you captive in lies

i cant see the strings

yet i feel them pulling slow

ive got hell inside of me

im falling down

how could you feed me poison

how could you take my dignity

she holds you captive in lies

the clones keep marching on....