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Question of Existence
02:15
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This is how far we've come,
We can create a human with Science,
Without a mother or a father.
I have no family.
The things I remember are not things I have experienced,
Am I even a human?
They call me a clone.
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2. |
Cause of Unrest
03:36
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Every day starts the same way.
They wake me up, I cook my breakfast,
I take tests until my eyes grow weary.
At least I'm as intelligent
As a man my age should be.
What does the outside feel like?
I'll get there someday, alright.
What I'd give to be free.
The things I'd do, for the things I'd see.
I'd much prefer to be alone.
Though I've grown up here, this is not my home.
I've never met him,
My protocopy.
The man I came from,
He's like my twin,
But our connection is more convoluted.
What I'd give to be free.
The things I'd do, for the things I'd see.
I'd much prefer to be alone.
Though I've grown up here, this is not my home.
We're so alike, but yet so different;
How we were born, and how we live.
I have to get out of here.
I think that day might be near.
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3. |
Offer of Liberty
05:28
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This place is so empty and peaceful,
I think I'll call it "space."
Now I'm on a quest to save the princess!
Fall before my might, Dark Lord!
Hey, wake up!
This whole thing is a dream, Charles.
I have a proposition for you:
How would you like to go outside?
Things have changed, and we'll pay your way,
For a little while, at least,
But you must promise to come back
Every so often and test for us.
Would you do that?
Could you do that?
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4. |
Voice of Discontent
03:35
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This place is so unfamiliar,
And so are these people.
Nobody understands.
They haven't walked in my shoes.
Why would they?
They don't have a reason.
Too many hypocrites and liars,
No integrity to speak of.
I didn't choose to be alive,
But since I am, I just want to be left alone.
"You filthy clone, you're not welcome here,"
They say to me, when they know what I am.
You can't tell with your eyes, though.
You intolerant, ignorant b*******,
Abhorrent f****** pigs,
I'll show you.
I'll do what I can to get myself to the top.
Politicians control this country,
And I want to be accepted.
But before I do all of that,
I have to reconcile these small facts:
I'm still a clone,
I just had a wreck.
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5. |
Descent into Despair
03:41
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The wreck left me a little bit flustered.
I could not believe my eyes,
This man was not a mirror image,
At least not in the way that mirrors work.
He's my protocopy,
A fancy way of saying I'm his clone.
The way we speak and think is uncanny,
It's almost like my thoughts are not my own.
If we were twins
I could explain this a little better,
But cloning is new technology.
I thought I'd be unique,
I thought because we're different
That I could even live the life I please,
And be something new to see.
But no, I'll never break free
From this chain they set for me.
The shadow Charles blindly cast,
I'm just a filthy worthless clone.
Oh, I know it's not because he means to,
But when he speaks to me
It's like a father tending to his
Son's curiosity.
Well, damn his accomodation,
F*** his condescent.
I'm a grown up,
I'm his equal, in a way no man can match.
If we were twins
I could explain this better,
But cloning is new technology.
I thought I'd be unique,
I thought because we're different
That I could even live the life I please,
And be something new to see.
But no, I'll never break free
From this chain they set for me.
The shadow Charles blindly cast,
I'm just a filthy worthless clone.
Why is it that I agree
With every word he says?
How is it that I can learn
Every task he's ever done?
I'm not original!
Just a stupid f****** clone!
Why am I alive!?
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6. |
Grief into Gallantry
03:08
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Can this be happening?
Surely this isn't real.
I have nothing to compare this to.
How would you react,
Knowing everything you are is
Just a copy?
Oh, how dreadful this feels.
But I think instead of wallowing,
I'll make the best of it.
What he can't do, I will do.
I'll be what he couldn't be.
I know it won't be truly original,
But at least it's as different as I can be.
What are responsibilities?
What are taxes,
What is an education?
Parents? Are you kidding me?
No spouse, no children,
Nothing to call my own.
I am void of constant worry.
I am void of everything.
Earthly belongings and treasures,
Have I not.
The open road, and the freedom that goes with it
Are mine.
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7. |
Content into Captivity
04:15
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The road is open,
The sun is shining,
My heart is racing for the first time.
The sky is clear,
The wind is blowing,
I'm feeling alive for the first time.
Which way to go from here?
I've heard California's nice this time of year.
How long 'til Dallas?
Cause I'm aching for the open Texas plains.
I'm gonna live life on the road,
No one to tell me how to live,
No one to tell me where to go.
It's all I can do to be myself
And not shadow of another,
Not a copy of somebody else.
When I get tired,
I think I'll sleep until the sun comes out,
And in the morning,
Catch a bus that takes me
Far away from here.
Just because I can.
Just because I want to.
Which way to go from here?
Minnesota's sounding nice right now.
How long until Duluth?
The Great Lakes are calling my name.
I'm gonna live life on the road,
No one to tell me how to live,
No one to tell me where to go.
It's all I can do to be myself
And not shadow of another,
Not a copy of somebody else.
By the time I settled down
My world had come around.
They caught up with me,
And now they want me to be
A lab rat, just this one last time.
I'm in a different state of mind than
I was the last time that I tested.
It turns out that my freedom
Was all constructed,
Was an illusion,
My life is not in my own hands.
I'm just a project,
I'm just an asset.
Oh God, I've lost control,
Or at least what I thought was control.
Oh God, what's happening?
I think I'm falling asleep.
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8. |
Fantasy into Reality
09:09
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9. |
Amnesty for the Innocent
02:52
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Hey, what's going on,
Where are you taking me?
I thought I was supposed to be
In suspended animation!
Here's what I understand now:
The courts are convened,
All to discuss me.
Am I really that important?
I'm nobody.
I'm just a normal human, right?
No social clout,
No entertainment value,
No political power.
So why treat me with dignity?
You still think that I belong in that lab.
You think I'm still a
Tool for science,
And not just another human.
If I could be on my own again,
Wandering and drifting,
No stress, none of this
Ambivalent treatment.
But this court case determines my fate,
And the fate of all clones after me.
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10. |
Clarity for the Ignorant
04:13
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What I would give to be uninformed,
Right about now.
Knowing what they are discussing
Just puts me on edge.
All of it is truth,
But this is not about facts:
This is all about who can speak their mind the best.
On one hand,
I'm fully human;
I think, feel, eat, drink,
Love, laugh, cry,
Like those who have mothers.
I deserve to live as I please,
With all of the freedom and protection
Of someone born naturally.
On the other hand,
I'm just a laboratory experiment.
Grown, and raised as a tool for Science,
With one purpose intended.
I don't have rights
Because I'm not my own.
I belong to the Lab.
These arguments make sense,
But I lean toward the one
That means I'm free.
Clarity for the Ignorant,
Ignorance is bliss.
Just a second, though,
I have to testify to the court.
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11. |
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I can't believe what I just said.
How could I be so stupid?
But I couldn't lie,
So what should I have done?
I grew up so comfortably,
And I didn't lack anything.
I had clothes,
I had shelter,
I had a place to sleep,
And food to nourish me.
By definition, my life at the lab
Is not a violation
Of Human Rights.
Sedation until my body becomes a means
To prolong another's life
Was only necessary because I stepped out of line.
Self fulfilling prophecies will be the death of me.
I can't believe it.
My freedom was a lie.
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12. |
Rest for the Weary
02:58
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What good is living if you can't be free?
I guess it's good that they're just gonna sedate me.
But how do I spend an eternity in my head?
Should I go back to the mountains?
Confront the nightmares that hide within?
Or should I just pass the time in one spot?
I don't think I'll ever wake up again.
As my mind falls apart,
With my conscious being
Stuck forever inside my
Unconscious mind,
It's best I never wake up.
What good is living if you can't be free?
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Monday Wednesday Friday Denton, Texas
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