I am a hypocrite and I know it
I speak of a fight I am separate from.
I speak morals I do not hold.
I am but normal.
I am an artist, who speaks in lines,
And yet my lines have been traced,
I am forgotten in the mass,
I am but a number.
I am a liar, and I know it.
I speak words for the joy of ears,
I speak surrealist English,
I am but a human.