The Human Condition Songtext
von Set for Tomorrow

I think of death when I close my eyes
All the pain that I emphasize
It′ll never go away, it'll never be the same
I will never be okay, no
I love the pain I internalize
It′s all mine, I can customize it
It'll never go away, it'll never be the same
I will never be okay, no

Bullshit
I do my best to believe I can change
But it′s something I can′t manifest
Fuck this
You shouldn't wear your heart on your sleeve
Guess that′s why they put it in your chest

Nothing ever feels right, this is so wrong
Everything has been negative for so long
No one ever understands, no one ever listens
Someone help me break out of this mental prison


We all suffer the same way
Searching for the words to say
We all suffer from the human condition now
Made of apathy and clay
Finding how to seize the day
We all suffer from the human condition

I think it's best that you shut your mouth
All these words don′t carry no meaning
You can say the right things with no feeling
Keep talking shit, we're all sick of it
You′ll see no one's believing you

Nothing ever feels right, this is so wrong
Everything has been negative for so long
No one ever understands, no one ever listens
Someone help me break out of this mental prison

We all suffer the same way
Searching for the words to say
We all suffer from the human condition now
Made of apathy and clay
Finding how to seize the day
We all suffer from the human condition


Give me something to believe that I can feel
'Cause I′m sick of all the vanity, I need something real
Made of apathy and clay
Finding how to seize the day
We all suffer from the human condition

We all suffer from the human condition, go
Go
No

Nothing ever feels right, this is so wrong
Everything has been negative for so long
No one ever understands, no one ever listens
Someone help me break out of this mental prison

We all suffer the same way
Searching for the words to say
We all suffer from the human condition now
Made of apathy and clay
Finding how to seize the day
We all suffer from the human condition

Give me something to believe that I can feel
′Cause I'm sick of all the vanity, I need something real
Made of apathy and clay
Finding how to seize the day
We all suffer from the human condition

Fuck this