[Intro - Spoken]
A small piece of wood.
A smaller piece of a life.
Cut from the same earth
We all rise from…
And return to.
[Verse 1]
A small price for freedom,
A bigger one for peace.
We draw lines in the dirt
And wonder why they never cease.
Building walls with careful hands,
Brick by brick, belief by belief.
Searching for fantastic wonders
While manufacturing grief.
Us and them.
Them and us.
Different flags,
The same dust.
Call ourselves united,
Yet divide at every turn.
Every generation swearing
It has finally learned.
[Hook]
What is it to be human?
To build and destroy?
To suffer and rejoice?
To draw a line across existence
Then forget we made the choice?
What is it to be human?
A question with no end.
A ripple in reality
Pretending to comprehend.
[Verse 2]
I’d like to ponder the humor
Of whatever made this place.
A universe so beautiful
Yet hidden behind a face.
We know exactly what it takes
To keep a mind alive,
Yet somehow still convince ourselves
That hate helps us survive.
Massacres in the name of safety.
Wars in the name of peace.
A thousand reasons to pull the trigger,
Not one to grant release.
Property.
Legacy.
Names carved into stone.
Trying to own a world
That never belonged to us alone.
[Hook]
What is it to be human?
To build and destroy?
To suffer and rejoice?
To draw a line across existence
Then forget we made the choice?
What is it to be human?
A question with no end.
A ripple in reality
Pretending to comprehend.
[Bridge - Slow, melodic]
We live inside the moment…
Yet every thought arrives
From countless paths before it.
Chemical lightning…
Electric storms…
A billion tiny decisions
Shaping who we’re becoming.
[Verse 3]
We call it love,
Then turn it into chains.
Call it freedom,
Then build new cages with different names.
We point at the wealthy,
The powerful, the few,
While entire inner worlds collapse
Inside the minds we never view.
Reality bends
According to the stories we tell.
Heaven and hell
Built from the thoughts in which we dwell.
Maybe that’s the gift.
Maybe that’s the curse.
The power to imagine something better—
Or something worse.
[Final Chorus]
What is it to be human?
Nothing more than light?
Electrons dancing through the dark
Trying to become sight?
What is it to be human?
A spark that briefly burns?
A ripple through the fabric
Of a universe that learns?
What is it to be human?
Perhaps we’ll never know.
Yet here we are together,
Carried by the same flow.
[Outro - Spoken]
A small piece of wood.
A smaller piece of a life.
Different forms…
The same energy.
The same story.
The same light.
