Your just a sketch
A portrait of a lost soul
There is no relief
Suicide enters the mind
A breakdown of the programming
The clone is freaking out
Replacement is needed
Another copy is created
The clone cannot live with what it is
Born out of exploitation
An inferior copy emerges out of the vat
The slime clings to the nakedness of the form
Emerge out of the darkness into a world of hate
Scream for what you are
Scream at the horror of your existence