Clones - Chevelle

You’re just a clone of them

Have you no way to set a fire

You’re just a clone of them

The Devil’s in the ways we live

It’s all chemicals by and large it’s not you

Or your excitement

I’m caught trading blows and climbing walls for a view

Out of resentment

You’re just a clone of them

Have you no way to set a fire

You’re just a clone of them

The Devil’s in the ways we live

But this sadness you saw in us

Comes honestly from foreign worlds

There’s too many muddy feet

It’s all too easy counting

So in the end, I hold the fate, you hold a chance

Never admit, I’d simply ascend

To see what the soul looks like in the end

After all

We need a change I feel

From this saga of old past blandness

Maybe I’ll tase myself

Wake up from this maze of lies built up

You’re just a clone of them

Have you no way to set a fire

You’re just a clone of them

The Devil’s in the ways we live

After all, what do I know

You’re just a clone of them

Have you no way to set a fire