# Humane

Build stamp: 2026-06-09T20:37:03Z

Generated from C:\Zuman\Zuman Master\zuman-canonical.json by C:\Zuman\Zuman Master\build_zuman_site.py.

## Track Facts

- Album / pool: Friction Product (`friction-product`)
- Album status: final-candidate 15-track album sequence
- Track number: 8
- Track status: locked
- Active: yes
- Origin: Zuman v1
- Audio available: yes
- Audio URL: `/assets/albums/friction-product/audio/humane.mp3`
- Lyrics available: yes
- Lyrics URL: `/assets/albums/friction-product/lyrics/humane.txt`
- JSON: `/friction-product/tracks/humane.json`

## Supersession / Replacement

- Supersession: none

## Provenance Notes

No additional provenance note in canonical manifest.

## Lyrics

```
[Verse 1]
They kiss the flesh like it's holy ground
Or trade their bones for a shining crown
One fears the wire, one wants the upgrade
I stand outside where the bargains get made

[Pre-Chorus]
I know the body breaks
I know the circuits lie
I've seen the old gods rot
In a cleaner disguise

[Chorus]
I'm not your meatbag messiah
Not your silicon son
I won't bow to the pasture
I won't kneel to the sun
If the future's a kingdom
Then I'm crossing the wire
Too human for the cold ones
Too strange for the choir

[Verse 2]
They sell escape in a polished tone
"Buy your land, get your sky, leave the old world alone"
They call it hope when the gates are gold
Same old hunger in a chrome new mold

[Pre-Chorus]
I know what power does
It smiles before it feeds
Wraps a knife in velvet
Calls appetite a creed

[Chorus]
I'm not your meatbag messiah
Not your silicon son
I won't bow to the pasture
I won't kneel to the sun
If the future's a kingdom
Then I'm crossing the wire
Too human for the cold ones
Too strange for the choir

[Bridge]
Keep your zoo
Keep your throne
Keep your dream of leaving home
I want fire
I want nerve
I want a world that people deserve

[Final Chorus]
I'm not your meatbag messiah
Not your silicon son
I walk out of the static
I refuse to be won
If the future is coming
Let it come through the mud
With the ghosts and the laughter
And the heat in the blood

[Outro]
Too human for the cold ones
Too strange for the choir
```