Your lies were a banquet
On which I was gorged
My hopes are all ashes
Your words were the forge
Don't look for me there
In your bright new tomorrow
My place is prepared
Full of blood dust and sorrow
Who can you trust now
Who can you trust
My Judas my Benedict
My statue of lust
My statue of lust
My statue of lust
My statue of lust
This new life I live
With its Garden of Delights
Fills my heart with new horrors
From the bowels of the night
Don't look for me there
In your bright new tomorrow
My place is prepared
Full of blood dust and sorrow
Who can you trust now
Who can you trust
My Judas my Benedict
My statue of lust
My statue of lust
My statue of lust
My statue of lust
My statue of lust
My statue of lust
My statue of lust
My statue of lust
I fight to flicker not to fade
My life is a sputtering black flame
I see straight through your future
And I know who I will blame
I see straight through your future
And I know who I will blame
And I know who I will blame
And I know who I will blame