Cloned (Day of the Robot) - Deceased

Through scientific nightmares

We’ve acquired the skills to recreate

As they multiply they must then divide

Then they’ll multiply again

Sequence after sequence

They can’t leave what’s wrong alone

But now the numbers all fit

The figures they match

For better or for worse it seems

We’ll all be cloned

A crazy science

Euthanized defective clones

All questions unanswered

The stalemate is no more

Zygote mutations and a

Clinching fist of DNA

They hail their revolution

They hail mutated prey

Hail!

Hail!

All hail mutated revolution!

Hail!

All hail the clones are marching on…

From one matter to another

Robotic sources taking form

From their clonus beginnings

They developed scarred and frail

Inhuman conditions

Mechanized distorted ways

They hail their revolution

They hail mutated prey!

Hail!

Hail!

All hail mutated revolution!

Hail!

All hail the clones are marching on…

Hail!

All hail mutated revolution!

Hail!

All hail the robotic moving ones

Conveyor belts, steep inclines

A moving floor system

From outlaw formed lab coat

Factories of the crazed

In man built pods they fall

Right down the line

Staggered, mute, but

Perfectly arranged

Genetic uniformed individuals

Come marching down the line

In disarray

Mix transfection, add ligation

Once human now becomes

Mutated prey

Tell all the world they’ll soon be cloned

Shocked will be the world when they’re cloned

Their interest in our DNA

Incubates in futuristic stew

As retro-grade weirdos

Breathe out their days

With their filthy hands

Deep in life’s womb

A crazy science

Euthanized defective clones

All questions unanswered

The stalemate is no more

Zygote mutations and a

Clinching fist of DNA

They hail their revolution

They hail mutated prey

Hail!

Hail!

All hail mutated revolution!

Hail!

All hail the clones are marching on…

Hail!

All hail mutated revolution!

Hail!

All hail the robotic moving ones

Hail!

All hail!

Hail!

All hail!

The clones are marching strong!