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