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45 (A Matter Of Time)

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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 call it a declaration
A bigot to all, we're 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 just all you are to me

Not worthy of a name, a number you'll get
A symbol of meaninglessness void of respect
In a matter of time, you'll get what you've 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
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 just all you are to me

I believe that I
Am losing faith in all of humankind
'Cause 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 humankind
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 humankind
But then I realize it's plain to see
That a number is just all you'll ever be

Whatever you get

Letra enviada por Silvia Castro

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