45(A Matter Of Time) - Sum 41

Composed by：Deryck Whibley

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 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 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 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 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

Whatever you get