Open the gate to a new level

Zero point starts 2008

My friend is me he has my genius

What is to come for us

We have the same girl



Scientists duplicate me

3, 4 or 100 times

Fear or pleasure



No feeling for risk, no overview

No time, no return

The history comes through our future

Comes through my genetic code



She loves me and everybody gives her my seed

Is there a sense?

Now it makes me sick



We have the same girl-and she'll never know