Treason

Dammend be the one who betrayed me
Your rotten, hurting feelings
Your ludas personality has showed up
Listenin'to guilty's conscience

I'm your solul brother
Trust me, motherfucker
I've got a flower in one hand
an the knife of sin in the other one

May darkness be your life
Alone on allyour thoughts
Trapped in your own grave
Waiting for a rottening of yourself

Not even Christ belived
In a brother's treason
He's been crucifed
And the betrayer was damned