Judas
BANKS · The Altar 2016 · Track 09 of 13
Written by BANKS, Belly, Ben Billions, Danny "styles" Schofield, Faris Al-Majed, Richard Munoz, Tim Anderson
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Never came around to make this house into a home Put you on a pedestal and set you on a throne I found all your skeletons, your closet full of bones I see you take pride in bloody eyes, I know you're stoned
I can hear resentment in your tone Said I'd never make it on my own Maybe I'm just better off alone, too numb to deal Too numb to feel the knife in my back
Judas, hey Oh, oh, Judas, hey Judas, hey Oh, oh, Judas, hey
I can see you coming from about a mile away And all the mystique of your pretentiousness is fading Reminiscing all the backwards ways you made me stay Begging me for thread, I think you need to change your brain
I can hear resentment in your tone (Oh) Said I'd never make it on my own (Oh) Maybe I'm just better off alone, too numb to deal Too numb to feel the knife in my back
Judas, hey Oh, oh, Judas, hey Judas, hey Oh, oh, Judas, hey
Don't need you to make an effort, this should be effortless Nothing can last forever and you're such a pessimist I was your prized possession, and who was your exorcist? Thought you was heaven-sent, you left for the hell of it
I can hear resentment in your tone Said I'd never make it on my own Maybe I'm just better off alone, too numb to deal Too numb to feel the knife in my back
Judas, hey Oh, oh, Judas, hey Judas, hey Oh, oh, Judas, hey Judas, hey Oh, oh, Judas, hey Judas, hey Oh, oh, Judas, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey