Machination

A cold light reflecting in your eyes
A deceitful shine
The only difference is I see it this time

I wash my hands of this, I want no part of this
Still the taste from the last Judas kiss
Is burning on my lips

Lying, conniving
Endless machination

You supplied both hammer and nails
And staged your own crucifiction
Truth is tainted with perversion

Lying, conniving
Endless machination

Lying, conniving
Relentless machination

No sympathy, no not from me

I wash my hands of this, I want no part of this
Still the taste from the last Judas kiss
Is burning on my lips
Burning on my lips