45 (A Matter of Time)

You're something to few, but nothing to me

Someone so twisted and sick as can be

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 it a declaration

A bigot to all, we're sick of it all, 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 all you are to me

Not worthy of name, a number you get

A symbol of meaningless, void of respect

A matter of time, you'll get what you've earned

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's fascination, a character assassination

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 all you are to me, 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 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 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 all you'll ever be

What number you get?