I don’t know anyone who ever tells the truth.
There’s always something concealed beneath the surface.
Even honest men still tell lies.
Deceit enters everybody’s life.

It’s the duplicity of man that hides the higher order.
It’s the con man in every soul that thwarts a perfect world.

I don’t think it’s so hard to tell the truth until I try.
There’s always something you can tell one but not the other guy.
Still, even deceitful men try to tell the truth in part.
We all seem to know the truth is a good place to start.

But it’s the duplicity of man that conceals the higher being.
It’s the swindler in every soul that craves nothing but the winning.

So I live in the guise of straightforwardness,
And I hide behind the masque of truthfulness.
Because honesty is honored by all and achieved by none,
And we try to make our comrades believe we’re the one.

But the duplicity of man can not be overcome.
It can’t even be controlled.
It’s part of a world tainted by sin.
And so we spin
Into oblivion
Lost.

© 2010 Wasted Space Publishing