Don't give me those words

I've already heard

I want the truth

By the root

But I know what stems from

Insecurity

The path of lies

The politics

The pacifist

The mase of the law

A massing mind

And medicine

The way of words

The other world

Its history but I know what strikes down

Dishonesty

What strikes down dishonesty

It's just hidden in the dance

That a jester does

And it's hidden in his laugh

From what a jester knows:

That it's all a joke

I want to be recognised

As a saint

I want the public

To trust my name

I want to crusade

I want to wield the holy blade!

And what are you

A prostitute?

Like me

You still believe

But why do we believe?

Why do we believe?

Believe in dishonesty