It's all of the little things
the good that won't come out
Delusions and perceptions
endless pangs of doubt
Future worries, present cares
past lingers thick in the air
The scent of deceit is easy to trace
just start from the eyes
and lines of the face
Presently, you're just like the rest of them
so what were you before?
Are you too human and full of guilt to ignore?
Go ahead and rear your ugly head like a boar
try to fake your way through the whole goddamn score.