Clones

Hollywood's darkest secret
I don't think I can keep it
(Its fucked up)
It's Hollywood's darkest secret
I don't think I can keep it

Did you know they're cloning dead celebrities
They do this in the dark in secret facilities
Everyone we love from Michael, Marilyn, 2pac and Lil Peep
Stolen DNA, unholy practices that runs so deep

And it's not just those deceased, they got Britney too
The princess of pop, but something's off, something's new
The sparkle in her eyes, replaced by a vacant stare
A different person now, a change beyond repair

Celebrities switched, never the same
A marionette, a puppet, dancing to their fame
(Celebrities switched, never the same
A marionette, a puppet, dancing to their fame)

Bieber's gone from the spotlight, served his purpose well
Not been the same since he spent time with Diddy, can't you tell?

Ariana too, you can see it in her eyes
The original's been replaced by a disguise
Blonde and bleached, a different shade
The truth can't be concealed, it's a masquerade

These celebrities are hollow, shells of their former selves
Hooked up to the machine, like products on the shelves
Their souls have been extracted, their essence drained away
What's left are just the vessels (programmed to sing and play)

The real Kanye's locked away, in a secret (facility)
He spoke too much truth, so they silenced him with (duplicity)
Couldn't keep him quiet, his voice was too strong
(So they made a clone to replace him, to keep us all strung up along)

Surrounded by cloned celebrities, posthumous releases in the industry
They're cashing in on tragedy, a morbid opportunity
Tupac, biggie, XXX Tentacion, juice and more
Their voices from beyond the grave, all hey eye, their holograms on tour

Dead souls, microchipped, satanists
Replace the face, steal the chords, scraping shit
All the celebrities in on it, faking it
(All the celebrities in on it, faking it)

Dead souls, microchipped, satanists
Replace the face, steal the chords, scraping shit
All the celebrities in on it, faking it
(All the celebrities in on it, faking it)

(Drowning in a sea of clones and ghosts)
The industry's dark secret, the truth they fear the most
(The real ones are silenced, while the copies take the stage)
A post-mortem puppet show, locked in a cage