Same old plan
Same old church turned nightclub
It's one pm
Crowd shakes to the four four replicas
The pills kick in
Haley shakes her head and moves to the side door
Alarms don't sound
Step into the alleyway where she waits for
Temperatures stay fixed by the weather drones
A car pulls up without a driver
Fake deer congregate in the meadows
A patient android waits for a ring
They built a new home
Switched me out with another twenty-something
She stands in the window
Of the guest room cold dark and empty
Skin recycled from a lost cause
Tiny arms sew it on to a fresh batch
If it doesn't suit you ask for another
As long as everything is in order
In a dream I saw a man
In the back of this place through the wall
I could see his face