A Banquet For Traitors

These feet are so far from clean

I’m undeserving of the strength, the strength in your arms used to save me

But years passed when I saw Eve next to me

She’s wrapped in low-cut, dripping sensuality

I remember the host, but it’s been so long since we spoke

My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish

But I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar

Just run, you can hold perfection in your arms as I slip

But I’ll make you the god of a liar, because I’ve been both a saint and a viper

I’ll make you the god of a liar

I am a lie, just like the traitors that cry for forgiving replies

but keep their grips held tight

Though my eye’s on Eve, you’re ready to bleed as if I’m royalty,

but I am no king. I am no king

His life spilled like a tide so divine

It was a blood-soaked feast that never ceased as his veins dripped empty

With such violent grace, the waves hit my face and in painful clarity I turned fearfully,

What makes you think you can deserve me? What makes you think you can deserve me?

My host fell to his knees as paling lips pushed his plea

My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish

But I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar

Just run, you can hold perfection in your arms as I slip

But I’ll make you the god of a liar because I’ve been both a saint and a viper

By grace uneven at the banquet portrayed through death, this life is saved

I am no king. I am no…

Open your eyes, child, your sea is changing