THE HUMAN STEUF
Intense Technical Brutal DeathLyrics
(Verse 1)
We walk the edge of shadows, where the light won't go,
Chasing fleeting echoes of a truth we'll never know.
Born with bloodstained hands, but we reach for the sky,
Broken, torn, and tattered, yet we still ask why.
(Pre-Chorus)
In the cold of the night, we wrestle with our fate,
Bound by chains unseen, but we carry the weight.
Through the fog of sorrow, through the flames of fear,
We search for meaning, but the path's never clear.
(Chorus)
Oh, this is the strife of the human condition,
A battle with ourselves, a relentless collision.
We stumble through darkness, seeking the divine,
In the chaos of our hearts, we try to find a sign.
But the answers evade us, just out of sight,
Still, we fight for the dawn, in the dead of night.
(Verse 2)
We wear the masks of freedom, though our souls are chained,
Dancing through the fire, pretending we're not pained.
Building castles in the sand, just to watch them fall,
Every rise and every fall—it's part of it all.
(Pre-Chorus)
In the stillness of despair, when hope feels like a lie,
We kneel before the void and ask the reasons why.
In the silence, there's a whisper, a truth yet untold,
A spark in the darkness, a glimmer of gold.
(Chorus)
Oh, this is the strife of the human condition,
A battle with ourselves, a relentless collision.
We stumble through darkness, seeking the divine,
In the chaos of our hearts, we try to find a sign.
But the answers evade us, just out of sight,
Still, we fight for the dawn, in the dead of night.
(Bridge)
Is it love or is it pain that keeps us alive?
Is it the fear of the end, or the will to survive?
We wrestle with the angels, we wrestle with the beast,
Searching for redemption, for a moment of peace.
(Chorus)
Oh, this is the strife of the human condition,
A battle with ourselves, a relentless collision.
We stumble through darkness, seeking the divine,
In the chaos of our hearts, we try to find a sign.
But the answers evade us, just out of sight,
Still, we fight for the dawn, in the dead of night.
(Outro)
So we rise from the ashes, and we fall once more,
But with every broken breath, we find something worth fighting for.
In this strife, in this pain, we find our way through,
And though the night is long, we still reach for the truth.