Human... is not something I am. It's something I keep trying to do Being human is something I keep choosing. [Verse 1] There's a room behind my forehead where the ugliest thoughts rehearse. They arrive before permission, wearing my voice and speaking first. I used to call them proof of something, some defect underneath my skin. Now I call them what they are: not a verdict, not a sin. I won't crown an impulse honest just because it came from me. What appears inside the mirror isn't who I have to be. [Pre-Chorus] No halo in my bloodstream. No devil in my name. Just a second full of choices before my hands obey the thought. [Chorus] Human is a verb, not a halo, not a curse. It's the breath between the thought and the hand that makes it hurt. Human is a verb. It is practiced, not deserved. I can carry all this darkness without giving it the world. Human is a verb. [Post-Chorus] The thought is not the hand. The wound is not the law. My past can shape my story But never own it all [Verse 2] I memorized your reasons till my boundaries lost their shape, turned your history into shelter for the damage that you made. But a wound can be explained and still remain a wound. Understanding why you strike me doesn't mean I owe you room. I can see the child behind you. I can grieve what made you hard. I can close the door without hate without reopening my scars. [Pre-Chorus] No halo in my bloodstream. No devil in my name. Just a second full of choices before my hands obey the thought. [Chorus] Human is a verb, not a halo, not a curse. It's the breath between the thought and the hand that makes it hurt. Human is a verb. It is practiced, not deserved. I can carry all this darkness without giving it the world. Human is a verb. [Bridge] Sometimes I watch myself from somewhere near the ceiling, cold and still, my mouth moving like a stranger, my body following old drills. But if I can see the pattern, then the pattern isn't king. The pause may not be freedom, but it's where freedom can begin. [Breakdown] What enters me unasked is not what leaves through me. [Final Chorus] Human is a verb, not a halo, not a curse. It's the breath between the past and the future it could hurt. Human is a verb. It is practiced, not deserved. I can carry what they gave me without giving it the world. Human is a verb. [Outro] The thought is not the hand. The wound is not the law. The dark is in the room... but it doesn't own the door. [Hard stop] Human is a verb. [End]
