We'll never know We're just moments We're just human Amusing and confusing Never knowing shocking but we're nothing We're clever but clueless I heard this old story before With the people keeping calling for the metaphors

This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices from the altar bed To procreate the unholy bastard Tonight we're summoned for a divine cause Remembrance, no But for their future loss Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar Beduins and nomads

I was brought up to believe The universe has a plan All is for the best Believe in what we're told Until our final breath The joy and pain that we receive We are only human It's not ours to understand Some will be rewarded

I would give my life, I would give my life, to be human I would give my life, to be To be human, Look what we've done, Look what we've done Human behave yourself, You have burst at the seams Let it all fall out open your mouth

And I'd like to thank you for the human I've become I'm sorry if I've let you down I'm trying, I'm learning as I stumble along To see this new world without your eyes In the quiet of my room I gather up my thoughts and questions Could I ever be like you?

Dead human collection I want to be one with the dead Collection of dead humans, dead I cannot scream, my mouth is wired shut I cannot see, my eyes are filled with blood I must die while suffering Pawn of torturous punishment Losing all reason to live

She's a bad mother funker She's a human sex machine She got the power to make you shake your rump Bad mother funker, y'all Release me from this funky spell you got me under I've even been called the eighth wonder of the world Tell 'em y'all I can funk

Everyone in the world has gone to bed One night or another With fear or pain or loss or disappointment And yet each of us has awakened arisen It's amazing, wherever that abides in the human being There is the nobleness of the human spirit Sing to him,

It takes all kinds of kinds Ever since the beginning to keep the world spinning All kinds of kinds Ilsa was an acrobat who went and fell in love with that Horatio the human cannonball A wedding 'neath the big top tent with barkers clowns and elephants

Or are we dancer? Are we human? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender