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It lies dormant in us
And manifests itself
At the worst possible time

It keeps us human
but makes us inhuman as well

It burns our skin
It sears our soul
It breaks our defenses

That is our curse
For being human

We know what we are
And we can become
What we are not supposed to be

We are symbiotes to chaos
Whores to undying embarrassment

Trapped in our freedom
Encased in our needs
Prisoners to our desires

That is why we are inhuman
That is why we are even more human

The bondage of self-worth
This ultimate indifference
Desensitized to the world

Inhuman due to our humanity
The standards we avoid to live by