Unfaking My Living

I am running a fatal risk To be called a pathological liar or a dumbass hypocrite If I do not tell the truth what I have seen That would be a debauchery if I fling and play around, safe I must sing the songs in the best of my knowledge and in the best of their tunes As they appear I must paint the images in the best of my spirits Even if my writing displeases some or becomes unacceptable Even if roll some heads Yet I have to cut the stones to get an artistic shape I cannot be unfaithful to my beloved myself I cannot kill my love I cannot put my lively ego into death I am me how I can cheat myself just to please you How I can make my living a fake And walk the road while I am dead No fear can conquer my will Nor any drug of greed could put me down Nor any lure of bribe could knock me out Nor any threat of shooting down missiles upon me will work For I will die smiling But never will I allow dishonestly over me to win.