Animus, Sasha - Better Human lyrics
[Animus, Sasha - Better Human lyrics]
At times, my brain feels useless
What kind of intelligence destroys the
Finest of it's' elements, that's stupid
Desires destruction
Then pains at it's' lack of usage
Builds up walls and confines it's' exercise
'till it's rotten and unrefined
Yet claims that it's lucid
The only movement is in
Systems of contradiction
Produced when wisdoms are recognised
Then forgotten this is an endless problem
A loop preventing the evolution
Of things that would make me a better human
My efforts are fruitless unless
I'm completely removed
But, I survive only in
Tiny aspects when solitary
But, it's that, or this endless monotony
I need more strength and practice
To break through hardened habit's
And awaken the possibilities of things
That I want to achieve
But here's the truth - right now
I'm just too weak
How do I do this and keep my integrity
I'm incessantly on repeat
I fail every test sent to me, and
Bail on the people who help before
They provide me a remedy
I am my own worst enemy, and i'm alone
Only I can fix this 'cus it's self inflicted
I just hope that atonement is close
Nothing but a grain of sand
Understand insignificance
My hands will loosen
I just want to be a better human
Why do I salute corrupted instructions
They're so polluted and self destructive
I should be reaching to touch the
Purest of my inner substance
To find the cure at it's' core
Surely amongst them was once wisdom and bliss
Evermore remenisce on my childhood innocence
Too soon it was tied in a noose
And thrown onto shores black with Truth
Last of my youth has been
Stained with a drug fueled
Rage and Confusion
At least half of these hazy illusions remain
I pray to my gods that it's passed
Yet crave for the years that I
Lost to it's' laughter and cliche
I am my own master
It's just, I can't dictate
All my mistakes are remarks
That dance on this
Page in the ink of my craft
My heart is a cuff-link
And teachings of eaightfold paths are
Decorated and carved amongst it
So my lungs don't split when
I overinflate the mark of past limit's
Images are made from porcelain with
A stain glass finish
I framed facades in portrait's
Thought of as exquisite
Only to exhibit reactions to lonely homes
I need to capture my minutes
'Cus satisfaction is only grown
From having known your own Soul and Spirit
What kind of intelligence destroys the
Finest of it's' elements, that's stupid
Desires destruction
Then pains at it's' lack of usage
Builds up walls and confines it's' exercise
'till it's rotten and unrefined
Yet claims that it's lucid
The only movement is in
Systems of contradiction
Produced when wisdoms are recognised
Then forgotten this is an endless problem
A loop preventing the evolution
Of things that would make me a better human
My efforts are fruitless unless
I'm completely removed
But, I survive only in
Tiny aspects when solitary
But, it's that, or this endless monotony
I need more strength and practice
To break through hardened habit's
And awaken the possibilities of things
That I want to achieve
But here's the truth - right now
I'm just too weak
How do I do this and keep my integrity
I'm incessantly on repeat
I fail every test sent to me, and
Bail on the people who help before
They provide me a remedy
I am my own worst enemy, and i'm alone
Only I can fix this 'cus it's self inflicted
I just hope that atonement is close
Nothing but a grain of sand
Understand insignificance
My hands will loosen
I just want to be a better human
Why do I salute corrupted instructions
They're so polluted and self destructive
I should be reaching to touch the
Purest of my inner substance
To find the cure at it's' core
Surely amongst them was once wisdom and bliss
Evermore remenisce on my childhood innocence
Too soon it was tied in a noose
And thrown onto shores black with Truth
Last of my youth has been
Stained with a drug fueled
Rage and Confusion
At least half of these hazy illusions remain
I pray to my gods that it's passed
Yet crave for the years that I
Lost to it's' laughter and cliche
I am my own master
It's just, I can't dictate
All my mistakes are remarks
That dance on this
Page in the ink of my craft
My heart is a cuff-link
And teachings of eaightfold paths are
Decorated and carved amongst it
So my lungs don't split when
I overinflate the mark of past limit's
Images are made from porcelain with
A stain glass finish
I framed facades in portrait's
Thought of as exquisite
Only to exhibit reactions to lonely homes
I need to capture my minutes
'Cus satisfaction is only grown
From having known your own Soul and Spirit