Из альбома: Kings of the Cloned Generation

Late hours, in the bleak flourocent light, a glimpse of the future
Icarus succeds, the laboratory's cleansing, quiet calm
Reality seems far away and drifting further

[Chorus]

I lie to hide from my pain, sickened, weakened, frightened one
I tried to be the master of gravity, but I came down with a smash of
reality

Long hours of experiments on my body, an attemt to shake the history of
science

[Chorus]

I lie to hide from my pain, sickened, weakened, frightened one
I tried to be the master of gravity, but I came down with a smash of
reality

Lost in my fictionary mind, a freak to the world and my wings has been cut
My wings has been cut!

[Chorus x2]
I lie to hide from my pain, sickened, weakened, frightened one
I tried to be the master of gravity, but I came down with a smash of
reality

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