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When the lights go dim Everything around us begins All the people run to get a piece of the sin Everybody wanna be the star of the spin And the city's full of folks that are in it just to win Bones break fast on the chain, let em know In deep thoughts, not today, let it go Little boy blue, where the hell is your dough? Look at everybody else in the same choke-hold This is space age One night in the face paint Why would anybody wanna leave they home? Anybody in their right mind 'bout to see the fine line I don't really think that they should, bro This world here, is encased in gold All of us are chasin' it slow It's been years in the fears of the people in this place I've been keeping all of them in control (They been on the run) Button's getting pushed for fun, you don't need air in your lungs (Take a little rum) Bet it feels nice and numb livin' underneath my thumb (Get it in, get it done) They been in the minds of the young to make it feel like you ain't sprung (Hand over the guns) SongtexteIt's the new world, my son, where everybody is like one Here they come All around me I feel like I've been surrounded by, cornered by, infected by Taken over by the clones, clones, clones In a world full of clones, clones, clones Nobody is safe from the clones, clones, clones You better run from the clones, clones, clones When in Rome, you should probably just do it as the Romans did Slaughtering the heathens on stage Sneaking death into the city on some Trojan shit Now who wanna get murdered today? Got an ax pack for the fuck of it, swinging Jim Duggan shit Cutting through the people that ain't fittin' for the mothership Hundred million sheeple in the same damn covenant Facebook live the event, and now you doublin' All across the globe we can feel this now Everybody's thinkin' the same If you feel any different would you please sit down This thing here ain't a game If they wanna come in and control the crowd I know what they chancin' to say Everybody listen to this here loud This is your chance for the fame (They been on the run) Button's getting pushed for fun, you don't need air in your lungs (Take a little rum) Bet it feels nice and numb livin' underneath my thumb (Get it in, get it done) They been in the minds of the young to make it feel like you ain't sprung (Hand over the guns) It's the new world, my son, where everybody is like one Here they come All around me I feel like I've been surrounded by, cornered by, infected by Taken over by the clones, clones, clones In a world full of clones, clones, clones Nobody is safe from the clones, clones, clones You better run from the clones, clones, clones When you least expect them They're there, everywhere Clones Aus Songtexte Mania