Judas Had A Friend

Looking for the master

To initiate your life

A life of hatred, scorn and rage

And masters always turn to friends

But behind the curtains

Envy is a crown of thorns that runs through your bones

Will you sell your soul to misty prophets?

Will you make your old mistakes?

So did I? Yes, I was wrong

And I don't want your treasure anymore

Anymore

So did I? Yes, I was wrong

Yet still I don't want to see

Anymore, anymore

And we've seen together other rivers

And shared the usual sounds

But I cannot express in words

I'm wasting so much time

and little by little here comes the plain truth

I've stabbed you to death now

Did you turn your back on your own brother?

Will you find a place to stay?