Mr. Carbon Copy - Morgan Delt

Straight from Morgan himself

call him mr carbon copy

king of all the double people

he’s an echo, a reflection

nobody you’d want to be living among the bodysnatchers

making sets of matching people

piling up the body doubles

he has everything he needs

tired of turning blood into bourbon

bones into ashes, mountains of glasses

shatter them all and start again

tired of turning slowly suburban

while memory passes from base to acid

erase the tape and start again

call him mr carbon copy

king of all the double people

he’s an echo, a reflection

nobody you’d want to be following mr carbon copy

echoing his every order

we are only blurry copies