You were never true to yourself
Because you don't know loyalty
Deviousness, your attribute
Now you show your face
When you look in the mirror
I ask myself, what you see
What do you think you get
If all you do is send dirt?
With every syllable you speak
Breaking another promise
With every syllable, that you speak
The sword of lies breaks against us
The truth is no friend of yours
For you have no true friends
You have taken advantage of too many
Yet you have given you have nothing
The lies made it easy for you
Because lying was never difficult for you
In the end your pockets were full
But all the cash registers were empty