Young Medicine - Not Human

Is it blood, is it original sin that makes me plead?
Is something wrong with me? I can feel it in the air I breathe
Is it God, is it The Devil inside who pulls the strings?
Look into my eyes, that proves it: I’m not human
Do I dream? I forgot myself again, when I wake up I’m only playing pretend
Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken
Should I breathe? I don’t need this oxygen, only self-inquisition suffocates me
Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken
Playing pretend suffocates me
Suffocates me
Playing pretend suffocates me
Suffocates me
Is it blood, is it original sin that makes me plead?
Is something wrong with me? I can feel it in the air I breathe
Is it God, is it The Devil inside who pulls the strings?
(Look into my eyes) That proves it: I’m not human
When I speak, is every word genuine if all my frequencies are playing pretend?
Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken
Am I free to find where this conscience ends? I fear I won’t before it
suffocates me
Tie me down and cut me open, operate on what I’ve broken
Playing pretend suffocates me
Suffocates me
Playing pretend suffocates me
Suffocates me
Is it blood, is it original sin that makes me plead?
Is something wrong with me? I can feel it in the air I breathe
Is it God, is it The Devil inside who pulls the strings?
(Look into my eyes) That proves it: I’m not human
(I'm not human)