Something in the way these boys walk down the street
Is blocking out my vision of the sun
Something in the way everything here looks the same
Is blocking out my vision of the sun
The sameness is killing me
It tells me something's wrong
Tells me all I see is vision of none
Merging again into this one this one this one
This one is vision of none
Kissing clones disowns disowns your personality
Kissing clones is fake substitute authenticity
Kissing clones isn't any satisfaction
Kissing clones is volunary ghettoization
Kissing clones is no soul soul soul
Kissing clones is no soul soul soul
Safety in numbers is no solution
If your own liberation becomes a prison
Clones have dead beats while we have wild rhythms
Clones' time is up and we carry the coffin
We love what's alive
We love what's in motion
We love the sense of touch but their fingertips are frozen
So quick quick, throw away those mannerisms
Quick quick, knock and it will be opened
Quick quick, ask and it will be given
Quick quick, seek and you will find
Oh, oh, someone on this street lost his life tonight
Oh, oh, someone on this street lost consciousness tonight
Oh, oh, blood runs like rivers down this street tonight
Oh, oh, someone on this street lost consciousness tonight
All of the boys on 17th Street, they only know one thing
And all of the boys on 17th Street, they all wear the same thing
They used to talk about visibility but they don't see a thing
And they speak it in the same voice but they don; t say anything
Oh, oh, give up give up those silent signs
Oh, oh, so we cannot break this heart, don't break this heart
Open up your fucking mind and you can fly
Silence is still death and clone fashion and clone motion are still silent signs
Because you know we have the handle
And you know they have the blade
So, boys and girls, its time to decide decide decide