A Banquet For Traitors
Again, I wake to you... Stand up, these feet are so far from clean.
I'm undeserving of the strength in your arms used to save me.
But years passed when I saw Eve next to me,
She's wrapped in low-cut, dripping sensuality.
I remember the host, but it's been so long since we spoke.
He said, "My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish."
But I sit at a banquet for traitors
Placed here between a thief and a liar.
"Just run and hold perfection in your arms as I slip..."
But I'll make you the god of a liar
Cause I've been both a saint and a viper.
I'll make you the god of a liar.
I am a lie, just like these traitors that cry for forgiving replies
But keep their grips held tight.
Though my eye's on Eve you're ready to bleed as if I'm royalty
But I am no king. I am no king.
His life spilled like a tide so divine.
It was a blood soaked feast that never ceased as his veins dripped empty.
With such violent grace, the waves hit my face
And in painful clarity I turned fearfully...
"What makes you think you can deserve me?
What makes you think you can deserve me? "
My host fell to His knees as paling lips pushed His plea...
"My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish."
But I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar.
"Just run and hold perfection in your arms as I slip..."
But I'll make you the god of a liar
Cause I've been both a saint and a viper.
By grace uneven, at the banquet portrayed, through death, this life is saved.
But I am no king! I am no...
"Open your eyes, child, your sea is changing"