| Song: Matthias Replaces Judas Band: Showbread Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical Lyrics: It is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit The sun has scorched the rising plans, alas they have no root The bleached bones of animals bound by leather strips Dance through the air with laughter as I wield this wicked whip As you did warn me carpenter, this world has weakened my heart So easily I disparage, self-seeking the work of my art And there you have come to me, at the moment I bathe in my sorrow So in love with myself, sought after avoiding tomorrow Where do you find the love to offer he who betrays you? And offer to wash my feet as I offer to disobey you Your beauty does bereave me, and how my words do fail So faithfully and dutifully I award you with betrayal The weak and the down trodden fall on broken legs As I walk past a smile I cast, fervor in my stead But my bones like plastic, do buckle backward now I lay in this field by Judas', anticipate the plow I can not be forgiven; my wages will be paid For those more lovely and admirable is least among the saved And where would I fit, Jesus? What place is left for me? The price of atonement is more than I've found to offer up as my plea Jesus my heart is all I have to give to you, so weak and so unworthy This simply will not do, no alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough For your body that was broken, how can this be enough? by me you were abandoned, by me you were betrayed Yet in your arms and in your ... |
