Judas

Call my name through skies I don't own
Leave the time from the cold its so old
Speak the side, rot it time, I don't owe
"Your the fire from their bones" said the grown

I don't find them wrong.
I define your cold.

Call the snake from the sky out of lone
Sleep the tide from the grown, in denial
Seek the truth, rot in time, I don't know
"Your time has become your own grail"

I don't find them wrong.
I define your cold.
"I define them wrong"
"I define your cold"