You're something to few but nothing to me Someone so twisted and sick as can be It wasn't the plan, we gave it a shot You've proven a real man is something you're not
So tell me is this what the future primitive world's supposed to be? A total abomination is what it looks like to me No reasonable explanation, you call it a declaration A bigot to all, we're sick of it all, can we all stand up? Go!
I believe that I Am losing faith in all of humankind But then I realize it's plain to see That a number is just all you are to me
Not worthy of a name, a number you'll get A symbol of meaninglessness void of respect In a matter of time, you'll get what you've earned And we'll take pleasure in watching you burn
So tell me is this what the future primitive world's supposed to be? A total abomination is what it looks like to me It's a masochist fascination, a character assassination You're the fool on the hill We're stuck with you till, we all stand up, go!
I believe that I Am losing faith in all of humankind But then I realize it's plain to see That a number is just all you are to me
I believe that I Am losing faith in all of humankind 'Cause then I realize it's plain to see That a number is just all you are to me
I believe that I Am losing faith in all of humankind But then I realize it's plain to see That a number is just all you are to me I believe that I Am losing faith in all of humankind But then I realize it's plain to see That a number is just all you'll ever be
Whatever you get
Compositor: Deryck Jason Whibley (SOCAN)Editor: Rectum Renovator LLCECAD verificado obra #23214651 em 18/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM