Matthias Replaces Judas Lyrics - No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical - Showbread

It is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit 

The sun has scorched the rising plans, alas they have no root 

The bleached bones of animals bound by leather strips 

Dance through the air with laughter as I wield this wicked whip 

As you did warn me carpenter, this world has weakened my heart 

So easily I disparage, self-seeking the work of my art 

And there you have come to me, at the moment I bathe in my sorrow 

So in love with myself, sought after avoiding tomorrow 

Where do you find the love to offer he who betrays you? 

And offer to wash my feet as I offer to disobey you 

Your beauty does bereave me, and how my words do fail 

So faithfully and dutifully I award you with betrayal 

The weak and the down trodden fall on broken legs 

As I walk past a smile I cast, fervor in my stead 

But my bones like plastic, do buckle backward now 

I lay in this field by Judas', anticipate the plow 

I cannot be forgiven, my wages will be paid 

For those more lovely and admirable is least among the saved 

And where would I fit, Jesus? What place is left for me? 

The price of atonement is more than I've found to offer up as my plea 

Jesus, my heart is all I have to give to you, so weak and so unworthy 

This simply will not do, no alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough 

For your body that was broken, how can this be enough? 

By me you were abandoned, by me you were betrayed 

Yet in your arms and in your heart forever I have stayed 

Your glory illuminates my life, and no darkness will descend 

For you have lived forever and your love will never end