You tell me more of what seemed clear 
And muddy the waters for me 
Bring confusion like a wrapped gift
Let me see what’s inside 
I know evil exists 
But there’s always room for surprises 
The human mind is devious 
I think the devil is in the details 
You can’t take anything on surface value 
It’s the quickest way to ruin
And being perceived as target 
For even more tricks.

Look out for the subtleties 
Lies and thievery 
Are Monday morning breakfast 
False modesty, intellectual dogma
Militant ideologies and gross sensitivity 
Will drive me to isolation 
I can’t it anymore