| Your name is assured in the history books
|
| The ink it has settled, no fear
|
| But do not for once grow attached to your throne
|
| The price of betrayal is dear
|
| The weight of the power, corruption and lies
|
| Has broken the strongest of spines
|
| The crown that you wear, it may seem a good fit
|
| But thorns, they will spite you with time
|
| Judas, did you sell your soul
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| Judas, were you blinded by the gold
|
| How do you sleep when the cupboards are bare
|
| Your pillow is woven with gold
|
| Tonight, there’s the shimmer of desperate knives
|
| Tonight, it will silence the old
|
| Your pawns and your bishops will stand by your side
|
| And take not a word of the blame
|
| But as they are wiping your kiss from their lips
|
| They’re secretly cursing your name
|
| Judas, did you sell your soul
|
| Judas, were you blinded by the gold
|
| Your name is assured in the history books
|
| The ink it has settled, no fear
|
| But do not for once grow attached to your throne
|
| The price of betrayal is dear
|
| The weight of the power, corruption and lies
|
| Has broken the strongest of spines
|
| The crown that you wear, it may seem a good fit
|
| But thorns, they will spite you with time
|
| How do you sleep when the cupboards are bare
|
| Your pillow is woven with gold
|
| Tonight, there’s the shimmer of desperate knives
|
| Tonight, it will silence the old
|
| Your pawns and your bishops will stand by your side
|
| And take not a word of the blame
|
| But as they are wiping your kiss from their lips
|
| They’re secretly cursing your name
|
| They’re secretly cursing your name
|
| They’re secretly cursing your name |