You were easily bought
For you Judas is the perfect part
The one you have chosen to play
Thirty pieces of silver

The money within hands reach
You must follow through
Destroy the one who loves you most
Raise your glass to your soon to be riches
Proclaim your toast
Thirty pieces of silver

Cursed silver coins tossed and cast around
To acquire these shiny gods
You must kneel down
It is fitting a snake be on the ground
That Judas you would be

Now lastly you must find a tree
The one from which
Your body shall sway quietly in the breeze
Who will hear your last breath
For an evil heart  and a love untrue
So I offer this gift
Thirty pieces of silver



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