Текст песни March Of The Clones

Stupor of fools Trapped in a paradox Slip back Dream state Flesh crawls as your body rots away Angels with broken halos A sawn song Burn away the day Its not your plight So why even try A trap in every word you say Now your left to pick up the ruins She holds you captive in lies I cant see the strings Yet I feel them pulling slow I've got hell inside of me I'm falling down How could you feed me poison How could you take my dignity She holds you captive in lies The clones keep marching on....