They called him the lord of lies;
they followed him and his dark ways.
He sat before them with his snake eyes,
indifferent and unstirred to their devoted praise.
He did not care for them for he was the lord of lies.
They thought he was untouchable, they thought his heart was made of metal.
They turned out to be gullible; his heart was healed by a beautiful rose petal.
Such was the life of the man who always tells lies;
such was the life of the lord of lies.

She called him the lord of lies;
she saw through his fearless gaze.
He sat before her with a lover’s eyes;
she sang for him and brightened his days.
He loved her secretly for he was the lord of lies.
She saw in him a kind soul; he changed for her he gave it his all.
She was not meant for him…now for her the bell tolls, wounded for life his scars were deep to the soul.
Such is the life of the man who stopped telling lies;
such is the life of the lord of lies.

They called me the lord of lies,
They tested me and thought I was made of stones,
I sat before them and saw through their eyes,
Silence and doubt they thought were their walls,
But they can’t hide from the lord of lies.
They thought I wanted it all, they thought I was weak and brittle.
They understood me not at all, they didn’t understand I wanted so little.
Such is the life of the man who never tells lies;
such is the life of the lord of lies.