OH!
Human
What you would not do- or not
To feel the thing that pain is not…
Whoa!
How many times?
Have you wondered why?
How many times have you said goodbye?
Looked and you listened
Just to feel the distance
How many times, have you played with fire?
How many, count them-
The times you sit and doubt them
How many times have you prayed and cried?
Whaaaaaa-oh!
Human
What are you doing?
Headed for the lesson
Just to ditch the session
Looking for the blessing
In the wrong direction
Oh no!
Humie!
Don’t listen to me!
I’m just a chap; that learned to take the crap
Just the deacon
Of just the words I’m preaching
I’m just the slinger of my own and only shame!
OH!
What’s that thing?
That you want that is not pain?
What’s the shame in just feeling okay?
What’s the shame in happy?
What’s the shame in the place that it came?
OH!
What’s it’s name!?
That thing that’s not pain!?
What’s the name of the next person to blame?
OH? What is yours?
The one you take a birth?
What is your label on the face of this Earth?
What makes you proud?
What makes you talk really loud?
What makes you taste the mud and call it dessert?
AHHHHHH!
Oh!
You man!
I’m talking HU-MAN.
It doesn’t matter what you’re doing
It only matters that you felt at all
It won’t matter who takes a fall
It’s a matter that you will feel it all
How many times?
Have you flown from up high?
How many times have you seen the sky?
How many times have you worn a disguise?
How many times have the days just flown by?
Oh!
The time it rains; brings more than simply pains
It feeds the things, that without it would know pain
Its just a game
Of giving and gain!
What did you say?
What was joy will turn to pain?
I thought that you could not remember it’s name?
Why is it then?
That you even came?
AH-OH!
Hum bug!
Go lift up that rug!
Go find the crap that you forgot
Go whine about the things that you still got
Go cry a river, wet
Go fishing for some dinner
Always never
Forget to remember
You’ve got to eat what you catch!
So?
Human…
Know what you’re doing?
Its not about the times that you’ll forget
Its about the one that you’re about to get
Thank yourself
And you’ll find the thing, a person or name with a ring
You’ll find the will to live
A reason to just sing
You’ll find a friend
You’ll find another end
You’ll never find the time, if you never begin!
Oh! Whoa!
My little human…
What was that thing?
That thing that wasn’t pain?
Why don’t you give it a name?
Might be unsane
Might say it’s bound to change
Might realize
It’s whatever you say!
The thing…
The thing is…
The thing is…
Whoa!
It’s only human…
The thing that is not pain…
It’s all the same, it goes by any other name
That thing that hurts
is what gives it acclaim
It just gets worse
When it’s the thing that isn’t pain
If it should grow
Then it’s a thing that knows the rain
Not the thing that isn’t pain.
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