My friend Ernest before he died
Gave me a valuable gift
It was the ability to see through bullsh*t
And to look into the hearts of men
And with that cames and all too consuming fear
of looking through a window and at the same time
people looking back to see how transparent I am
How my wants and needs are on the surface
and surface.
And with that I am truely afraid because I am no longer able to wear a mask
But I know and you know that I know and you know what I dont want you to know
Ya dig!