the plague of humanism

we are but people
little specs
in a big world
but it's not a big world
it's only a mere illusion

everyone is connected
the world tightens its grip
clinging
suffocateing
with an occassional bit of suffering
Happiness in the midterm

we are walking contradictions
We're hypocrites
we're liars
even when we think we're not
It's only a mere illusion

we are but people
little specs
in a big world
but it's not a big world


everyone is connected
the world tightens its grip
clinging
suffocateing
with an occassional bit of suffering
Happiness in the midterm