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