You're Full of Shit, (I Can See it in Your Eyes).

What's a matter, you
don't like what you see
I look into your eyes and
can perceive the courage,
leaving your soul
Such a pitiful sight
to behold

Try so hard as you will,
this self-betrayal not to
reveal, ohh
But you can't hide it from
me no, you've come to late
in this fucking game

Just like in a game of chess,
you're a novice and I, superior
at the least, triumphant at my
best

The mask on your face, always
in a state of flux, reveals to me,
that you've fucked up
So try to cover it up, I wish you
the best of luck
Cause with my now instinctual,
third eye knowledge, that comes
from the arts I possess,
I can see hovering over your face,
that secret that you're trying to
harness and pull back down
into the black

I know that we have an uncanny
ability, to disguise how we feel
initially but, before that split-frame
I can see the truth and your fucking
crap
So just stop where you're at cause,
you're face is a mask
And I can see thru that