I got the news today
Elsewhere I am dividing
Feels like my world is ending
I've made another me
Warm, red, barely dead [bad word] through my other head
Fingers twitching, muscle building
I've made me obsolete

Relive my life
I feel safer inside

And the things I see
Hidden in the chemistry
Is there anybody I can believe, believe
And the eyes I see
As I face the other me
Is there anybody I can call me, call me

No longer this year's newest type
Superseded, absent hype
Spoilt, faded, over ripe
I'm so much older news [bad word] around
Jury trial by ultrasound
My handiwork will hunt me down
And masquerade as me

Relive my life
I feel safer inside

Now one on one has made us three
I look away, too sick to see
Our faces staring back at me
My little Frankenstein
I sit alone beside the cage
And try to fight with all my rage
End of story, turn the page
I'm not the one you want