Could not keep it alive   So melodies are out of tune   Samples of dead   Used for recreation   But the clones don't have the spirit   That we used to hear singing inside   Spirit of the dead   I wanna breathe your breath   Wake up and look into my eyes   Take the power of sorrow   Take your time   Wake up   Look at me   Open your eyes, now, now...   I wanna smell your sweat   Made up harmonies can not take your appatite away   And our starving for real   Can't be eased by reheated second versions