Judgement Tree
All my friends I've counted there's three
How strange that they never talk to me
A road I travel down is all to familiar to be
I need a place so that my mind can truly flee
Will you old friends of mine come to me
So concern and care in your eyes I can see
Don't you shut me out and stop talking to me
Don't going judging me and let me be so free
Don't you ignore me when we arrive at the judgement tree
How weird would it be as we stand so tall cut off at the knee
A rope of our sins lingering from a limb
Fitted tight against our throats to the brim
The executioner the one we both crossed
That time a shame when those rocks we tossed
Shattering a mirror with our reflection
The glass spreading the worse infection
Lying through teeth who was the real sinner
In the end it never mattered no one is a winner
And that's how our true stories last pages were written
For you can't stop the old itch once you have been bitten
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