A collaboration; beat by  Fdzh -- lyrics & vocals by  xsini

Humans Say

[Hook]

Human beings pour their heart in one thing
Give it sun, give it rain; make that one thing their one and only
When it comes that they lose that one thing, humans say
(My heart is sad and lonely)

Many suns, many days, only increase the pain
Cold December, when they've figured their one love is phony
Hate to cry, love to hate; hate to love, humans say
(My heart is sad and lonely)

--

Have you ever felt the feeling you've figured out who you are
Then you view the mirror, peer nearer and watch it turn to shards
When your image de-teriorates because you wonder if your world
Is actually fake and the real one is somewhere from afar

You've been living your life misguided, like falcons with wings for flying
Brought up by wolves, who've decided they should use their beaks for biting
Like teeth and eat the same diet-- or they glide just like the geckos
Or believe they sting like a python-- and tryna expose

The truth questioning roots that questions adulthood to youth
They'll claim its all good, and a false brood is a false claim to their background
From a small hood, where they all would do the same things, if a man came
And he told that them the sun was all a lie, would they crack down?

Crash down? Tear apart? Shed tears-- pull their hair apart?
Or would they laugh and shun the man and go back to what they were doing?
But if the sun really was a lie, he'd nothing to prove it
Truth is, your culture's most approved beliefs become what truth is

[Hook]

Human beings pour their heart in one thing
Give it sun, give it rain; make that one thing their one and only
When it comes that they lose that one thing, humans say
(My heart is sad and lonely)

Many suns, many days, only increase the pain
Cold December, when they've figured their one love is phony
Hate to cry, love to hate; hate to love, humans say
(My heart is sad and lonely)

--

Atleast Jim Carrey learns in The Truman Show
Some people dig themselves the hole and never know
Some never choose to know, keeping their head concealed in a cubicle
Nine-to-five, like cyanide into the soul

This ain't a diatribe, this is the bloomless rose
That died beside the tulips cold that I decided to compose
Into a musical using those withered petals as tunes and notes
Hoping that six or several could understand that it's just a man's

Confused approach to thinking-- that's assumed control, misleading
Churchmen into becoming heathens, keeping them from reaching their own achievements
Unsured from demons, your pursuit could hold a reason
But believe it can, before your prone to weakness like me and

Behemoths intervene with self-conscious and conflict with your beliefs
And contradict everything you've known and percieved, and you breathe
In the sweet oxygen, but the hymn, bitter still, hinders your whole from drinking
The nectar that's being; a beast grows when you feed it

[Hook]

Human beings pour their heart in one thing
Give it sun, give it rain; make that one thing their one and only
When it comes that they lose that one thing, humans say
(My heart is sad and lonely)

Many suns, many days, only increase the pain
Cold December, when they've figured their one love is phony
Hate to cry, love to hate; hate to love, humans say
(Have a remote taste of..)

Woe