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 BETeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
