A room with a hundred men 
The design of a perfect blend 
Identical strains of code 
Dressed up in the fashion mode 
The air I breathe 
The blood that moves my heart to mend 
I cry The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The mind of a mannequin 
The look of the perfect twin 
This army of confidence is an army of no defence 
The air I breathe 
The blood that moves my heart to mend 
I cry The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The air that I breathe 
The blood that moves me 
One broken heart mend the self I defend 
The air that I breathe 
The blood that moves me 
One broken heart mend the self I defend 
I walk through a no man`s land 
Come lend your creating hand 
How I crave for identity 
Come lend me your fantasy 
The air I breathe 
The blood that moves my heart to mend 
I cry The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone 
The tears of a clone