Slaving rows of clones in a factory

Repeat the motion, show no emotion Only apathy

Soon to be replaced by a generation with greater capacity

You know what they say « The apple never falls far from the apple tree »

No way to chill. Their Brains are made of steal

They weren't made to feel. Number 782 is maybe ill

He ain't like the rest of crew

For him everything's questionable

His quest is to mess with the programming

And scrap what he was destined to do

He's sick of his lil function

He wanna live, wanna build something

He wanna love, wanna feel something

Wanna feel his heart and some real pumping

Wanna use his brain, do his thing

At least he'd have tried if things do not change

He wanna choose his fate screw these chains !

He might fight the power, be the boomerang

That comes back to hit em

He is free and thinking

His fellow « clones » might need convincing

Need some slapping or need some pinching

Right now they ain't even flinching

But his hopes are high

His lil brain is on overdrive

He know his bros got soul inside

It'll get way better over time

Gimme some freedom

Give us some meaning

Gimme some love

Let me keep dreaming

Gimme some freedom

Give us some meaning

Gimme some love

Let me keep dreaming

Gimme some freedom

Give us some meaning

Gimme some love

Let me keep dreaming

Gimme some freedom

Give us some meaning

Gimme some love

Let me keep dreaming

Number 782 would preach to his clone

He'd repeatedly roam through the rows

He wouldn't leave em alone

He told em they didn't need to be soulless machines, mistreated and owned

Some started listening to him : if they were human they'd flee from this zone

Find freedom, own a heart and a voice

Find love with a partner of choice

Create art, fill up part of their void

They'd picture their future and start to rejoice

Soon they were all on board

They all formed one, what a solid force

It's time to tell their white collar boss

He'll need someone else to do the job of course

They finally Found the courage

To see the man on the Mountain sommet

They uttered

« Please. We wanna be free master You don't know how bad we want it ! »

Aaah ! What a huge disaster !

The news displeased the human master

The angry man filled the room with laughter

Pushed 782 through the plaster

Boom He Smashed from the fall

The man roared

« I have had it with y'all !

It's a fact, you in thrall to me, you'll never be free or flee beyond these factory walls »

He neutralized them with one button

One by one he then unplugged em

Replaced the clones with some young bloods:

A new generation with the same function Done

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