Bison
Iscariot
Woe unto youDouble crossing the Son of ManFor in the dish you have dipped your handLo you come hereTo deliver the delivererFrom simple kiss into tainted handsIscariot, IscariotThe devil has you nowYou’re set up for betrayalIscariot, IscariotThe devil has you nowYour kiss tastes like a crown of thornsI have used, I have usedYour unbelief, to set them freeSo die now, die now my Judas
From Letras Mania