Trace patterns to see
If we’re just rewriting history
The die it was cast long ago
A carbon copy we could have been
Buried under files that won’t be seen
The die it was cast long ago

Everybody seems content to fade away
Ooo you got it, don’t shut it away

Something once mattered to me
But it’s forgotten so conveniently
Is it the end of the family line?
A carbon copy I could have been
Don’t you know I never
Settled for the in-between
The die it was cast long ago

Everybody seems content to fade away
Ooo you got it, don’t shut it away
Everybody seems content to fade away
Ooo you got it, don’t shut it away