Songtext von 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 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