Down in the basement I see the real dolls
They're smiling at me same creepy faces
I look at them carefully they have all my faces
And I know that the danger targets me
I have to get away
Run away run away get away from plastic imitations
Chasing me in the maze and the time has
Come for me...
*End all the pain that comes from this rage
With a change from the start of a revolution
And deal with the face that lives in my brain
And it makes all the pain with the imitations
The DNA change its in my focus
The imitation it always stays the same the revolution
Comes up inside and then I change my face
Run if you dare run away plastic imitations
Chasing me in the maze and the time has
Come for me...
