Bastards born

Lies are told and curses laid
Chat that's carried a debt unpaid
Web that's woven with a wicked tongue
Burn the bridges one by one

I've lied and stolen I've given grief
A sinner proud I defy belief
A needful knife man when your back is turned
Painful lessons: what you have learned

Yet when your high horse has been brought down
And in your own lies you've surely drown
Everything becomes quiet clear
There can be no hiding from the monster in your mirror