...Only Humans

Waking up in this old daily tristesse Permanently controlled by this historical mess Drowning in a frock of ancient habits Holding hands, I have to care cause it's so important Barely holding the weight of my existence Down on my knees, boney and crackling in vain Confessing what's wrong remains in my existence "Insincere", I say, admitting my sins The flock's opposing itself Seeing blindly, hearing, yet deaf Feeling heartless, although there is a heart Watching closely, hearing slightly Believing in our own What's right and what's wrong? Don't go by a book Might be truth, might be tales Don't act in terms of a story Act how you feel right