Now we have our lying cheater Have remorse? This whore forlorn? You lying bitch, you cheat yourself You left behind your life, you lost! If you can look past this mirage You wipe these eyes to slow resolve With this pixie dust your problems solved Your gallantry of fantasy fight your wars remotely A surrogate - not a real thing A walking corpse - petrifying The sleeping troops that you're hiding Mask the screams from within Now we have our lying cheater Have remorse? This whore forlorn? You lying bitch, you cheat yourself You left behind your life, you lost! If you can look past this mirage You smear these eyes you have drawn on With this caustic rust, your face decries You fantasise of fantasy Yet never live presently Worthless scum - not a real thing A walking curse - terrifying The sleeping girl that you're hiding Jabs herself from a tin ♪ Now we have our lying cheater Have remorse? This whore forlorn? Learn remorse before you're gone And in due course bear its fruits And then at last look past this mirage!