What do you dream of, replicant?
Tell your eyes
On the subtle wires
Those eerie reflections
And the cold, cold smile
Run
Your four year span
Are worth a life
Run from a bloody strife
What do you dream of
Are those electric sheep?
What are you made of
A ghost in a thousand bits?
What do you dream of, replicant?
Flee from the stars
To hide
Where hunters are of the fiercest kind
Calculate emotions
Indulge in a spree
Run
'Cause your different from me
What do you dream of
Are those electric sheep?
What are you made of
A ghost in a thousand bits?
What do you dream of, Rick/Replicant?