Obsessions throwing

Sticks and stones

To break your bones into

Sympathy for lies and hate

Are no no good

Enemies sow bitter seed

To satisfy their blood

Behind your eyes

You are so mean

It's a sticky situation

A ticket to hell

We know nothing 'bout

That faking temptation

The kiss and goodbye

Is a wishing you well

You're no son of god

And you're no son of love

You're a Judas

I know that you are

A part of me

Treat me beat me or defeat me

Nail me to the tree

Lovin' prayers are lullabies

For you and me

Police and politicians

The best that money can buy

You measured god

Corruption aid

Infected situation

You merchant of lies

You seem closer

To a holy sensation

Of walking on water

When water is ice

You're no son of god

And you're no son of love

You're a Judas

I know that you are

A part of me