Seeming stripped of all the faults that you've assessed You're possessed To impress Jilted facades are a losing game at best Your shadowed face, scattered hands, Timid shrugs still displaced Let it spill onto the street Either way we're incomplete (ah) You know it doesn't hurt to cheat Hurt to cheat Hurt to cheat Hurt to cheat Hurt to cheat (ah) Broken mirror shards laid out and re-arranged Still the same Just re-framed Inverse reflection you're expecting to receive But when you seek Doesn't ring Any bells so to speak Let it spill onto the street Either way we're incomplete (ah) You know it doesn't hurt to cheat Hurt to cheat Hurt to cheat Hurt to cheat (ah) Let it spill onto the street Either way we're incomplete (ah) And obsolete Incomplete Incomplete Incomplete Incomplete