Testo Something New

Stolen through the years
The bulbs of shattered minds
How can we progress when we're regressing back in time
All we are, copies of ourselves
A superficial image that was traced by someone else

Again, and again
Again, and again
So where are, the originals
These are the same songs, that I have heard before
So why don't you, come up with something new
These are the same words, that someone else said before

Say it all again, a similar rendition
Our preservations have been fixed by their revisions
They are, lying to themselves
Scraping off the surface from the muse of someone else

Again, and again
Again, and again

So where are, the originals These are the same songs, that I have heard before
So why don't you, come up with something new
These are the same words, that someone else said before

Relics of the past, cloned until we're all the same

So where are, the originals
These are the same songs, that I have heard before
So why don't you, come up with something new
These are the same words, that someone else said before