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?