Trace patterns to see

If we're just rewriting history

The die it was cast long ago

A carbon copy we could have been

Buried under files that won't be seen

The die it was cast long ago



Everybody seems content to fade away

Ooo you got it, don't shut it away



Something once mattered to me

But it's forgotten so conveniently

Is it the end of the family line?

A carbon copy I could have been

Don't you know I never 

Settled for the in-between

The die it was cast long ago



Everybody seems content to fade away

Ooo you got it, don't shut it away

Everybody seems content to fade away

Ooo you got it, don't shut it away