Text: Vanden Plas. Colour Temple. Judas.

Obsessions throwing
Sticks and stones
To break your bones into
Sympathy for lies and hate
Are no no good
Enemies sow bitter seed
To satisfy their blood
Behind your eyes
You are so mean

It's a sticky situation
A ticket to hell
We know nothing 'bout
That faking temptation
The kiss and goodbye
Is a wishing you well

You're no son of god
And you're no son of love
You're a