Judas JudasI thought you were my friendJudas Judasyou're just the
I can feel you breathing and you’re sticking to my
Is this real or is it a dreamI can't seem
I'm bitterI'm twistedJames Joyce is fucking my sisterHow can I
I thought of you tonightIn simple twists and turnsIncarcerated hereI’m
It’s a beautiful dayBut I don’t see it that wayThe
In your weakest moments. It all comes back to you,Like
Yeah, you took meNaive and uglyInto your festering heartAnd you
Judas, JudasI thought you were my friendJudas, Judasyou're just the
She goes places I won't goShe knows things that I
Hey little girl wanna go for a ride ?There’s room
Gimme something to breathegive me a reason to liveclose your
Well this is taking everythingEverything that I can standAnd you
I’ve got a problemThis infernal loveIt burns like wireThis infernal
Masturbation saved my lifeI was nervous as a childyou were
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