As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of what I used to be. It's easier when you don't see me standing on my own two feet. I'm taller when I sit here still; you ask are all my dreams fulfilled. They made me heart of steal, the kind them bullets cannot see, yeah.

Nothing's what it seems to be, I'm a replica, I'm a replica. Empty shell inside of me, I'm not myself; I'm a replica of me