45 (A Matter Of Time)

Sum 41

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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 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'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 human kind, 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 human kind, 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 human kind, 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 human kind, but then I realize
It’s plain to see that a number is all you’ll ever be

A number you'll get