Cry for Judas

Some things you do just to see

How bad they'll make you feel

Sometimes you try to freeze time

'Til the slots 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 a shady grove

Where Judas went to die

Unfurl the black velvet altar-cloth

Draw a white-chalk Baphomet

Mistreat your altar 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