The
house that traitors build
The
structures will be weak and soulless
Once
the call of the wind begin louder
The
whirring sound of trembling fear
Judas
Iscariot knows the score
He
can't stand upright to hold the line
It
will dangle over his head by the wind
He
knows the score in his head
The
11 pieces of gold will be scattered
Glowing
up with the light to spread it
Catching
the wolves and crocodiles
Burning
slowly as they watch their dues
Rising
up with the golden rays
Burning
flesh and rising cry of help
The
strong wind keep on its pressure
Judas
Iscariot knows the score
The
monkeys can't jump
The
cables break and look bewildered
The
kilo frogs hop to the nearest drain
Wishing
the golden lights stay away
The
house that traitors build
It
may take shape but it will fall
Once
the strong wind roaring in
Nothing
will stop on its angry blows
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