Judas Iscariot

[Verse 1]
Once upon a time, I walked into the mind
Of a destitute lie filled burden of a man
Searching through his memories for an answer to the damned
Pain he cast on others like a spell, creating a swell
More like inflammation versus the cooling but bone crush
Effect of water - martyr, why bother was the only phrase that lingered like a banner
As if to give his very existence this standard
Swimming through the drebris whilst being chained via handcuffs
And a straight jacket I man up, proceeding further into this cerebral
Next I see a sea of people, all drowning in a depth of nothing
Forcing thier ideals on a nothing tryign to make it something
Then again, with the ideals of ready to fly
Who wouldn't be prepared to die
Two kings cannot share the sky
With no drive to try to make what was mystery, suddenly a part of history
As the past has left its tracks, and those tracks shadowed by deus ex himself
A subtle burp and a comet could be flung into orion's belt
Intresting the mystic things trapped in this voids infamy
The very placement of manipulation instigation
Interrogated physically intricate i've irrigated his mutilated
Cynic's sleeve
Hiding behind his labyrinth to seclude the mere thoughts
Clashing these negatvies together to create a spark, only to be left
With half chalk
And a formula for soothing a bruised heart
Stuck with my foot into his doubts, only but so far I can go without knowing my way out
Split wrist crufix trip down golgotha
Who's going to carry your cross? sort of problems
The sort of "you better do your best" motivate to end college
A program of solid that he hasn't even started
Yank* out the quicksand, its space to move forward
And time has no place where its master refuses to get older
Band one, this handgun is for the fallen soldier
Jump into the picture on the wall as the means to proceed, the stable house
With open mouth, devouring seeds
Without further ado due to impediment of speech
I present to you the truth presented by the speedy drive to leave
With charles manson purity
I'll convey my heart fluidly and fluently
No devil mounted obstruction shall inhibit thee
And truthfully, i've learned, if nothing else
That fate is an incarnation of the decisions of oneself
And if a comet ever does happen to invade orion's belt
I'll pray to the last know diety for help
He's swallowed himself
Dont be a Constantine