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-Dad, I want you to make me one. I'm feeling restless and bored.
-Sure son, I'll give you a private wh*re, but don't come asking for more.
Chorus
Designed perfection to suit all demands, bred by my hands to obey my commands.
Inherit the throne, king of a cloned generation, let's inherit our throne,
kings of a human creation.
Can you make me another one, I'm already tired of the first one.
Let me have my own kingdom of slaves, to be the puppeteer who pulls the
strings.
Chorus
Designed perfection to suit all demands, bred by my hands to obey my commands.
Inherit the throne, king of a cloned generation, let's inherit our throne,
kings of a human creation.
Pain... built in our DNA. I will stand among the gods, what has been made
can easily be unmade.
Chorus
Designed perfection to suit all demands, bred by my hands to obey my
commands. Inherit the throne, king of a cloned generation, let's inherit our
throne, kings of a human creation. Inherit the throne, king of a cloned
generation, let's inherit our throne, kings of a human creation.