| Motives lost in translation to nullification |
| You lied your way into fame |
| Scheming and slaying were perks for the taking |
| Stars in your eyes but you were playing a game |
| Hear suspicion proving itself |
| Dead end — jester and faker |
| Before your maker, wish a truce between you two |
| Dead end — take a bow for your act |
| ‘Cause the curtain will fall on your neck like a noose |
| Hail marys aren’t enough |
| Your body’s ripe with rust |
| Hearing your scales scraping the ground |
| That disgusting and piercing sound |
| Hear suspicion proving itself |
| Fire — make sure to do your worst |
| Hail marys aren’t enough because you’ll still be cursed |
| Fire — make sure to do your worst |
| I hear suspicion proving itself |
| The curtain will fall on your neck like a noose |
| Fire — hail marys aren’t enough ‘cause you’ll still be cursed |
| Fire — make sure to do your worst |
| I hear suspicion proving itself |
| Dead end — jester and faker |
| Before your maker, wish a truce between you two |
| Dead end — the whole crowd will applaud |
| When the curtain falls on your neck like a noose |