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Hello, My Name Is: (Insert Number Here)





We're all just numbers,
Never number one,
More like six six six,
But never number one.
Order me, add me, take me away,
You won't hear what I say,
Just call me crazy,
And label me some more.

Little lost digits in the wind,
I won't pretend,
To understand.
Why should I?
I'm just a number.

We're all not important,
Silly little stars,
Not even bothering to shine,
Just silly little stars.
Falling, burning, scatter the sky,
Wish I could fly,
You clipped my wings,
And killed me some more.

Little lost digits in the wind,
I won't pretend,
To understand.
Why should I?
I'm just a number.

We're all empty corpses,
Crawling with maggots,
In a six-foot bed of nothingness,
Just crawling with maggots.
Mourn me, miss me, know me,
I want to be free,
So please just forget,
And make it all stop.

Little lost digits in the wind,
I won't pretend,
To understand,
Why should I?
I'm just a number.
A worthless little number,
In a sea of slumber,
Pulling apart the world,
The world that I run.
Because I'm a number.
Not just,
Simply a number.

Little lost digits in the wind,
Don't pretend,
You understand,
You can't do,
You're just a number like me.






A/N: I've been listening to way too much Pencey Prep and this kinda just popped out... Sorry for it's crappiness. Inspired by both Pencey Prep and Slipknot. Meant to be a song, but kinda failed miserably.
Please let me know what you think/how to improve. :)