False Positive

Something in the way these boys walk down the street
 Is blocking out my vision of the sun
 Something in the way everything here looks the same
 Is blocking out my vision of the sun
 The sameness is killing me
 It tells me something's wrong
 Tells me all I see is vision of none
 Merging again into this one this one this one
 This one is vision of none
 Kissing clones disowns disowns your personality
 Kissing clones is fake substitute authenticity
 Kissing clones isn't any satisfaction
 Kissing clones is volunary ghettoization
 Kissing clones is no soul soul soul
 Kissing clones is no soul soul soul
 Safety in numbers is no solution
 If your own liberation becomes a prison
 Clones have dead beats while we have wild rhythms
 Clones' time is up and we carry the coffin
 We love what's alive
 We love what's in motion
 We love the sense of touch but their fingertips are frozen
 So quick quick, throw away those mannerisms
 Quick quick, knock and it will be opened
 Quick quick, ask and it will be given
 Quick quick, seek and you will find
 Oh, oh, someone on this street lost his life tonight
 Oh, oh, someone on this street lost consciousness tonight
 Oh, oh, blood runs like rivers down this street tonight
 Oh, oh, someone on this street lost consciousness tonight
 All of the boys on 17th Street, they only know one thing
 And all of the boys on 17th Street, they all wear the same thing
 They used to talk about visibility but they don't see a thing
 And they speak it in the same voice but they don; t say anything
 Oh, oh, give up give up those silent signs
 Oh, oh, so we cannot break this heart, don't break this heart
 Open up your fucking mind and you can fly
 Silence is still death and clone fashion and clone motion are still silent signs
 Because you know we have the handle
 And you know they have the blade
 So, boys and girls, its time to decide decide decide