Oh what little we'll believe
When first learning to deceive
Some things wicked, some things wise
Some Things inside that you despise
Second guess the shaky ground
Foundation built that isn't sound
Hollow out your inner self
And put your morals on the shelf
Crawl inside your empty shell
And live in your own private hell
Ruminate till you ferment
The isolation you lament
All alone and never free
Happiness? A memory.