are we the best of the worst or the worst of the best either way we're average goats like the rest telling myself that i'm something i'm not certainly the somebody i'd planned facing the world with someone else's face it's not mine but i guess it'll do facade and charade and hoping to god that it gets us by facade and charade a wink and a nod and ignoring the lie facade and charade and onward we plod without any thought that while we're deceiving we start believing and ourselves are we the last of the race or a race to the last
either way we'll soon be oil or at least some thing lasts portraying myself as something i'm not certainly not the me i promised you walking this life in someone else's shoes they're too big but i guess they will do facade and charade and hoping to god that it gets us by facade and charade a wink and a nod and ignoring the lie facade and charade and onward we plod without any thought that while we're deceiving we start believing and ourselves