Lab - Scifi Novel Number One lyrics

rate me

And so we pour out the doors,

Think-alikes, so perfectly cloned,

Is it me who wonders or he?

Which am I - this one or the one behind?

Sing happy birth to me - wish we won't turn against you

What a treat to their eyes:

look-alikes and ones of a kind

And if I am, how was I done?

Perfect, or end of variety?

Sing happy birth to me - wish we won't turn against you

Sing happy birth, sing happy birth to me

What a feast for their pride:

feel-alikes, my sisters and I,

And so we pour out the gates

Perfect lack of variety!

Sing happy birth, sing happy birth to me