Open the gate to a new level 

Zero point starts 2008 

My friend is me he has my genius 

What is to come for us 

We have the same girl 



Scientists duplicate me 

3, 4 or 100 times 

Fear or pleasure 



No feeling for risk, no overview 

No time, no return 

The history comes through our future 

Comes through my genetic code 



She loves me and everybody gives her my seed 

Is there a sense? 

Now it makes me sick 



We have the same girl-and she'll never know