I used to think it's better if you just live and die and no one knows who you are.
All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.
Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride/ You will not die, its not poison -Tombstone Blues
There are things I could say. But I don't.
Ain't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit.
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.