Times to face the facts You fail at life An ultraviolent demise Would suit you fine A total clone Devoid of his own thoughts A soulless fabrication A meaningless creation You waste of life You waste of space You waste of everything Make no mistake You f**ing fake I enjoy your suffering Selective memory Forgetting who made who You told so many lies That it's hard to keep them straight You would be better off Not lying to my face again You would be better off If your life came to an end