45 (A Matter of Time)

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, can't call it a declaration A bigot to all, 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 all you are to me Not worthy of a name, a number you'll get A symbol of meaningless, void of respect A matter of time, you 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 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 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 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 A number you get