Turncoat The same old cheater All gone According to plans Hats off A cunning charade Left all Just none the wiser No expecting hurdles No spanners in the works Just a foregone conclusions Lo and behold! You're the slave of the master You are the game of the masterplan You, a prey of delusion You are the game of the master, master f**ing ba*tard! Safe move Come out clean-handed Blameless Above suspicion Scapegoat A chosen culprit Doubt-proof The perfect swindle The morals are no hindrance With all the conscience gone A mealy-mouthed conman Round of applause!