[Verse 1]
What am I supposed to be?
Why do you expect so much out of me?
I want to take part in your ecstasy
But I can't find a place in your memories
[Chorus]
I'm not a god
I'm not immortal
I got a rat bite
I'm bleeding blood, not ichor
[Verse 2]
What will it take for you to see?
Maybe you and I will never agree
You can't spare me some amenities
You'd rather be taking my integrity
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Why are you so hard on me?
Not even you know what you want me to be
Our consciences judged by our inequities
Because high school is a social vasectomy