| High priest, the man you look for
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| prays in the garden tonight, tonight.
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| Conceived by immaculate conception,
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| King Nazareen creator of light.
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| Healing cripples,
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| gives sight to the blind,
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| transforms himself,
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| he’s not of our kind.
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| I know this begot by a kiss,
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| he knows not that he’s been defied.
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| Demon lords won’t you ride with me,
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| mount your horse to Gethsemane.
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| Judas Iscariot, money man and thief of Judah
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| tell me haven’t you dined with the man
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| and preached with him in Galilee.
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| You deny being one of the twelve,
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| you wish to trade your king for gold.
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| Thirty silver pieces be your reward
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| and may your rotten conscience never grow old.
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| Demon lords won’t you ride with me,
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| mount your horse to Gethsemane.
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| I am in you, you are in I You have defied me,
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| I see through your eyes.
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| Beware the kiss of death.
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| Pharisees I fall to my knees,
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| we must nullify the contract we have made.
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| I have pined, defied innocence blood
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| and returned the silver pieces that you’ve paid.
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| What’s this you say, who is he to us,
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| see to thyself you greedy man.
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| The place of the skull
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| is where lies your king.
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| We have washed our hands.
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| I am in you, you are in I You have defied me,
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| I see through your eyes.
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| Beware the kiss of death. |