to tell you the truth im a liar
why you may ask it seems dire
its not that i hate truth
it's just to be loved that i aspire

i will do anything to save face
so i shine like problems i've solved
and i appear to have magnanimous  grace
but really i'm not very evolved

i've seen the map of my soul
and for every good moral feature
there's a black vacuous  hole
i'm just a short-sighted creature

my personality is stressed
i make up for it with guile
but i smile and call it finesse
if you knew me you'd think me a pile

then there's the struggle with money
i have a job in Satan's mill
i do it for ***** and honey
and work till i'm over the hill

you'll find that i'm a big talker
but really have nothing to say
secretly i'm a stalker
the women keep me at bay

then there's the place that i live
i'm not very clean or neat
its got lots of books and art
but this house it  smells like feet

how about creativity
let's throw it into the mix
oh yes i adore the minds diamonds
truth is i'm full of tricks

ok what about health
i really try to stay fit
eat right and work out
but sometimes still feel like ****

oh yeah i'm in a relationship
we love each other well
its often like porcupine wrestling
you'd swear it's a living hell

i covet secrets so dark and deep
i try to charm you with a smile
please don't find out i'm a creep
my claws i sharpen with a file

i crave long distance travel
to see the world by plane
i'm multicultural
but the French think i'm a pain

how about having a career
looking smart through all days
with my nose to the endless grindstone
i work blurry in a daze

ode to the  collective mind
a constant source of stress
floating in the amorphous field
there will never be any rest

oh finally the place i love the best
subjectivity  and the pleasures of bed
where all my dreams  glitter
and i think whatever i said

trapped in three dimensions
a cauldron of witches brew
im livin the dream, somebody else's
and who the hell are you