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 is supposed to be?
A total abomination is
what it looks like to me
No reasonable explanation
You can call this a declaration
A bigot to all
we’re sick of it all,
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 just
all you are to me.
Not worthy of name
A number you’ll get
A symbol of meaningless
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 is 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 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 just
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 just
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 just
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're ever be
A number you get