Truth

There is no such thing as honest, but all duplicitous lies.

Helpers, lovers, friends and the like - they are always on the side.

When you wear your heart on your sleeve, best beware...

People will take everything you've got stripping your soul bare.

Honesty is a rare commodity, and I fear it will be my end,

As the world keeps spinning while I am driven to brink of despair.

Honest gets you nowhere, but secrets, schemes and lies...

Better served as resources to keep the workers alive.