Lyrics:
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 just 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 just all you’ll ever BE
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