Cry for Judas

Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel
 Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels
 But I am just a broken machine
 And I do things that I don't really mean
 Long black night
 Morning frost
 I'm still here
 But all is lost
 Speed up to the precipice and then slam on the brakes
 Some people crash two or three times and then learn from their mistakes
 We are the ones who don't slow down at all
 And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
 Long black night
 Morning frost
 I'm still here
 But all is lost
 Feel the storm every night
 Hope it passes by
 Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
 Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth
 Draw a white chalk Baphomet
 Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get
 Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave
 Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave
 Long black night
 Morning frost
 I'm still here
 But all is lost