Cry For Judas

Intro: Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel. Sometimes you try to freeze time til those thoughts are a blur of spinning wheels. But I am just a broken machine, and I do things that I don't really mean. Long black night, Morning frost. I'm still here, But all is lost. Speed up to the precipice, And then slam on the brakes. Some people crash two or three times, And then learn from their mistakes. But we are the ones who don't slow down at all, And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall. Long black night, Morning frost. I'm still here, But all is lost. Feel the storm every night, hope it passes by. Hallucinate the shady grove where Judas went to die. Unfurl the black velvet alter cloth, Draw a white chalk Baphomet. Mistreat your alter boys long enough, And this is what you get. Sad and angry, can't learn how to behave. Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave. Long black night, Morning frost. I'm still here, But all is lost.