We, the human, the normal, mundane beings
Are now, in the future, maybe forever, until the day we die
struggling, suffering, shuning
Through every hardship
We, the human, the normal, mundane beings
We, the human, the normal, mundane beings
Keep walking, working, wandering, and wondering
About the reason we, again and again,
Flounder, make blunder, until we surrender
We, the human, the normal, mundane beings
Are just making, bearing, inhaling the pain, and growing from it.