Not Human - Young Medicine

Is it blood, is it original sin that makes me plead?

Is something wrong with me?

I can feel it in the air I breathe

Is it God, is it The Devil inside who pulls the strings?

Look into my eyes, that proves it: I’m not human

Do I dream?

I forgot myself again, when I wake up I’m only playing pretend

Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken

Should I breathe?

I don’t need this oxygen, only self-inquisition suffocates me

Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken

Playing pretend suffocates me

Suffocates me

Playing pretend suffocates me

Suffocates me

Is it blood, is it original sin that makes me plead?

Is something wrong with me?

I can feel it in the air I breathe

Is it God, is it The Devil inside who pulls the strings?

(Look into my eyes) That proves it: I’m not human

When I speak, is every word genuine if all my frequencies are playing pretend?

Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken

Am I free to find where this conscience ends?

I fear I won’t before it

suffocates me

Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken

Playing pretend suffocates me

Suffocates me

Playing pretend suffocates me

Suffocates me

Is it blood, is it original sin that makes me plead?

Is something wrong with me?

I can feel it in the air I breathe

Is it God, is it The Devil inside who pulls the strings?

(Look into my eyes) That proves it: I’m not human

(I'm not human)