Human Animal

The smell of grease, a businessman’s handshake Career suicide in a vacuous black hole I am a shell, I am a passenger This body is rented and it’s lacking soul It doesn’t define me It’s not representative It’s counteractive and couldn’t mean less to me Human, Human, Human Human, Human, Human Human animal Human, Human, Human Human animal We’ve rebranded the new smell of sweat The ugliness has us, a fox in the crosshairs It’s the second coming And I choose not to be a man I choose a chaotic incarnation Of everything I am Human, Human, Human Human animal Human, Human, Human Human animal It’s the second coming And I choose not to be a man I choose a chaotic incarnation Of everything I am Futility set in; logic intervened The dichotomy is all it seems Human, (human), human, (human), human, (human) Human, (human)