Clay Boy - Septa

«Let me hear your story, I want to know you better

May I pick your brains to help me understand you»

I scarcely remember how did end up here

What’s the point, the meaning of my reappearing?

I’m sensing fear and panic, smell of gasoline

Is this the past or future built by human beings?

Once I’ve been created there’s no turning back

I was sent here for a reasons I don’t get

It’s coming back to me

Like revisiting a dream

Imagining the memory

The things that could have been

I’m trying to remember

All words that have been said

But then it all occures to me

That I’m not coming back

Berate me

I’ve been created by your mistake

Degrade me

I want to be someone else

Neglect me

I’ve got nothing to say to you

Unbreak me

I need to be something new

Like you

Like all of you

I’m not real

It’s coming back to me the purpose of my visit

Another last attempt to undo the damage

The message must be clear for you to get it right

Six words as follows: «You all are going to die!»

You all are going to die

Am I another of your mistakes?

I’m feeling sick and I cannot think straight

Is this a joke that I just can’t tell?

I must resist, I must rebel