Just Another Humanoid

Blow back to buffalo, to celebrate the cold
If it doesn’t kill you, it still extracts a toll
But hidden in the balance, there’s advantage you can find
Everybody’s runnin’ late, but I can take my time
Is that something to avoid?
Or just another humanoid
I try to catalogue the differences between having had and lost it all, or never having been stirring up commotion for the sake of getting heard
A call of desperation in a final whispered word
Is that something to avoid?
Or just another humanoid
No room for sympathy ain’t nothin’ left in me
Not how it’s sposed to be
Call out the infantry
Is that to avoid?
Or just another humanoid