Under a small cliff You see the pain The sadness and hatred Marked by storm Thrown out ideas I was just another I would like to live With the vicious tendencies of the world Kneeling on the abstraction of a land A land built by large And always will be for large Transparent individuals are seen from cliff Transparent for power A number more in news programs Traces the remains are left Hopelessly fallen into a deep destination Isolated in his own population density Are we there down brother? There are replicants Replicants are those That multiply in bad ways every generation Fight for a law is a joke It's been done once and will not be repeated We are biased We live in a insanely tedious gift And an insert future Life is just a misunderstood stage We must be equal to someone? But that we are and always will be But that we are and always will be Children of Replicants Children of Replicants