Listen.

How can you even tell.
You can't see me.
You don't know me.
But you think you can read me?
Listen, I'm good at THIS.
I fear God, but I figured out how to work around it.
I twist my words. I shape my words.
I add my little sinister smile and make every word worth while.
Oh it's the truth in my soul. But the world...well you know what earthly things do.
They twist everything all over again.
You see I'm good at this.
You may be all close to me.
You know, with those fancy wires taped to me, tracking my heart beat.
Are you expecting it to stop?
To race at the thought of getting caught?
No, no, no.
Like I said...I'm good at this...