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 can call this a declaration
You're the fool on the hill
We're stuck with you till
We all stand up, SO
I, believe that I, am losing faith
In all of human kind, but then I realize
It's plain to see, that a number is all you are to me
Not worthy of name
A number you'll get
A symbol of meaninglessness, void of respect
In a matter of time
You'll get what you 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
A bigot to all
We're sick of it all
Can we all stand up. SO
I believe that I am losing faith in all of human kind
But then I realize it's plain to see
That a number is all you are to me
I believe that I am losing faith in all of human kind
But then I realize it's plain to see
That a number is all you are to me
I believe that I am losing faith in all of human kind
But then I realize it's plain to see
That a number is all you are to me
I believe that I am losing Faith in all of human kind
But then I realize it's plain to see
That a number is all you'll ever BE