The Scent of One's Nature

Clear sweet facet smears remains
Of what is supposed to be
Bare-chested as a hunting fox
The sanest side of me

Fresh from the language of doubt
Thought I would know better
But turns out a soul
Is just like the weather

Keep your hands of mercy over me
'Cause I will deliver eventually
I've seen enough to know
It all comes down to the scent of one's nature

Marble made and secret filled
Promises to keep
Solely made viable
By the sanest side of me

Keep your hands of mercy over me
'Cause I will deliver eventually
I've seen enough to know
It all comes down to the scent of one's nature

If it's all vanity
I'll be the grand piano
But if it ever funnels into truth
It won't be so bueno