What shall possess a person to lie to millions? Money? Sex? The fame? Lies are your life and to you, life’s a game. Truths, Deceits, to you it’s all the same. The mirror reveals a faceless, soulless droid. Without a brain and without a name. Your suit, your tie, your hundred dollar hair cut. Millions watch you and worship you, in the end, who’s really nuts? Just promise me that everything will be ok, so I can sleep. Count your money while I work and weep. On my tombstone it shall read: devoured by the wolves that dressed as sheep.