Whiteriver - ...Only Humans Lyrics

Waking up in this old daily tristesse
Permanently controlled by this historical mess
Drowning in a frock of ancient habits
Holding hands, I have to care cause it's so important

Barely holding the weight of my existence
Down on my knees, boney and crackling in vain
Confessing what's wrong remains in my existence
"Insincere", I say, admitting my sins

The flock's opposing itself

Seeing blindly, hearing, yet deaf
Feeling heartless, although there is a heart
Watching closely, hearing slightly
Believing in our own
What's right and what's wrong?

Don't go by a book
Might be truth, might be tales
Don't act in terms of a story
Act how you feel right