I kinda heard a stalking joke
He was killing me so softly…
With his song, hidden by the mirrors and smoke
Stepping sideways, across and out to see…
Nothing at all, an empty hole:
To where did he flee?

(Judas turned and fled)

He’s singing – it’s a killer’s lullaby
Hiding in the leafy words and swirling missed
Why he’s here today, it’s hard to say
Waiting for the moment to stab at you and twist…
The knife… in deeper; inner deeper
Held by the bloodied fist

(Judas stood and bled)

The blood and the spit mingled in sulphur
The magician’s hand, the cursing voodoo (that you do…)
He purrs slowly into your ear, I’m here…
Singing his spell, kissing to tell, isn’t killing taboo?
Lord of the dead can dance
Master of the self destructive romance

(Sweet Judas, I missed you)