Signal Lost Terminal
Another perfect day under quarantine
Inside with the other clones and manikins
We dont laugh or cry
We dont feel anything
No impurities in our new plastic skin
We re all infected with new disease
Numbers grow day by day
Locked up isolated
We all mutated the same
Last night I had a memory from the corner of my mind
Of passions, dreams, doubts, something I left behind
Closed my eyes quickly, faded away
The last strain of humanity
