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Judas Me
My ears pick out his sounds - in the dead of the night
I hide under the covers - out of mind, out of sight
I lay frozen with fear - while preparing myself
To leave my body behind - and put my mind on a shelf
When he passes me by - I rejoice in his wake
I laugh under my breath - for tonight I am safe
But relief turns to guilt with your struggle to be free
For if he did not choose you - he would choose JUDAS me
So I lie to myself - to convince me it's true
That the shadows that dance on the walls are not you
Then I lie once again - my hands cover my ears
I chant over and over - that I don't really hear
The soft fumbling his hands make as he loosens your clothes
Nor the dying sound innocence makes when it goes
Please forgive me my sisters - for what is and will be
and for being so happy - he passed by JUDAS me
I know all of the sounds the disgusting things make
as he greedily gobbles and he nightly partakes
I hear your soft cries every night in my mind
they play over and over and with each play I find
That the peace of the chaste that I pray comes my way
always comes at a price that is too high to pay
I remember nothing good ever happens to me
cause you pay with your soul so I'll walk Judas free.
I hide under the covers - out of mind, out of sight
I lay frozen with fear - while preparing myself
To leave my body behind - and put my mind on a shelf
When he passes me by - I rejoice in his wake
I laugh under my breath - for tonight I am safe
But relief turns to guilt with your struggle to be free
For if he did not choose you - he would choose JUDAS me
So I lie to myself - to convince me it's true
That the shadows that dance on the walls are not you
Then I lie once again - my hands cover my ears
I chant over and over - that I don't really hear
The soft fumbling his hands make as he loosens your clothes
Nor the dying sound innocence makes when it goes
Please forgive me my sisters - for what is and will be
and for being so happy - he passed by JUDAS me
I know all of the sounds the disgusting things make
as he greedily gobbles and he nightly partakes
I hear your soft cries every night in my mind
they play over and over and with each play I find
That the peace of the chaste that I pray comes my way
always comes at a price that is too high to pay
I remember nothing good ever happens to me
cause you pay with your soul so I'll walk Judas free.
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