Open the gate to a new level
Zero point starts 2008
My friend is me he has my genius
What is to come for us
We have the same girl
Scientists duplicate me
3, 4 or 100 times
Fear or pleasure
No feeling for risk, no overview
No time, no return
The history comes through our future
Comes through my genetic code
She loves me and everybody gives her my seed
Is there a sense?
Now it makes me sick
We have the same girl-and she’ll never know