I lie to myself,
Animal's choice is an animal's choice,
Maybe we're all born with the killer instinct,
Maybe we just deny it,
What separates us from animals,
Nothing really,
I can go on all fours,
I can swim,
I can grow claws,
I can let hair grow over my body,
And I forget humanity existed,
And then I would be an animal,
Would it haunt and plague mind that I forgot my humanity?
Why can I forget something that I was supposed to be,
We speak of choice but no one wants to be the animal,
I can be honest with myself,
But I prefer to lie,
I've been taught to lie,
The truth is a puppet on a string they only get you into trouble,
But then again,
The truth is a lie,
If I feel something and that feeling changes,
Does it make that feeling a lie,
I like a Little killing,
There I said it but I my feelings changed so that was lie,
I can never tell the truth cause I am never the same,
I change and that's not a lie.