What does it mean to be human?
A real body, flesh and bones?
Or a soul I can never have?
Living for so long off of others
Watching as people close to me
Slowly fade away
So many wish for immortality
But they don't understand
This fate far worse than death
Pride, Envy, Sloth
Greed, Wrath, Gluttony, Lust
Possessed by the seven sins
Facing hatred every day
"Monsters" they call us
But we didn't choose these lives
Killing, using, lying
If this is what it takes
To be human, for a body
I don't want it
This cycle of searching, suffering
It has to end