Humanity
Judas Heart
Inspired by the evil eyes who have harmed my name despite all the kindness and sincerity I have given.
They lift my veil to look into my eyes, measure my heart, weigh my mind. It blinds them away, yet they can’t resist. They still follow along to witness…my time.
What do they wonder about? They march into the woods just to shout! Out my name. Ah, I’m the centre of the game.
All the good, forget about it. I give them half of my bread. I let them drink from my cup, though I know pretty soon, I shall be dead. I shall be dead. Then I tear them apart. I must tear them apart. Oh, Judas heart.
They look up at me with flaming eyes, to crush my soul, stagger my mind. It blows them away, yet they still stay. They linger on to laugh at my story. It’s great comedy.
Before I take my last breath, they hear the thunders calling out their names. Oh, they’re full of shame. But hell, they remember. Enough of wondering now.
All the good; the vulture ate it away. I still gave them half of my bread. I still let them drink from my cup. Here I am inside a tomb, dreaming on, flying on, tearing them apart. Tearing them apart. Judas heart.
We’ve all got a Judas heart!