Sum 41

Sum 41 - Hyper-insomniaparachondriod lyrics

It all lies before me

in my hands

the awful facts of our future

oh yes, I fear for the development

of the final society...

Mechanized and sterilized

grey and impersonal

"A perfect world" I predict

inhabited with mindless shells

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