are we individual absolutely animal bodies moving dream of one another reaching for each other with the thought of awaking always searching for some self-reflection of what the others say is all that's remaining that's what it's like being only human beings bodies resting killing one another forming
a connection with the thought of it breaking never really knowing the meaning of perfection or how to keep ourselves from losing everything we're gaining that's what it's like being only human beings that's what we get loving the way human beings
love all our talk what does it mean and all the love we give to everything does it really mean anything at all if this is real I must be make-believe another partial perfect within your incomplete view my life is all that's left for me what love can say the same one body warms my blood for me when no one knows my name.