Count and listen to all of your white lies
Throughout the years and into what is now
I hope that it will end with your demise
May it be as wished, if God will allow
No longer will you hide behind your spies
Sink to the very bottom will your scow
Leave your hold will all your most trusted allies
No longer to you shall they bend and bow
May all the world come to see through your guile
May it see total, and you shall not smile
Take back all, swallow all your disguises
Put it in your hole, let it make you choke
Burn all your crafty tools and devises
Repay all whom you made ill with one stroke