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
Fucking bastard!
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!
