Matthias Replaces Judas

(início)

No Sir, Nihilism Is not Practical
Verse

E                    C#m                               A
it is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit,
                          B
the sun has scorched the rising plants;
                   E                          C#m
alas they have no root, the bleached bones of animals bound by leather
 A
strips,
B                              E
dance through the air with laughter as I wield this wicked whip,
                    C#m                                   A
as you did warn me carpenter, this world has weakened my heart,
             B                                      E
so easily I disparage, self-seeking the work of my art,
                          C#m                              A
and there you have come to me at the moment I bathe in my sorrow,
                 B                             E
so in love with myself, sought after avoiding tomorrow,
                       C#m                          A
where do you find the love to offer he who betrays you?
B                          E
and offer to wash my feet as I offer to disobey you,
C#m                             A
your beauty does bereave me, and how my words do fail,
                   B                            E
so faithfully and dutifully I award you with betrayal,
                       C#m                    A
the weak and the down trodden fall on broken legs,
                  B                          E
as I walk past a smile I cast, fervor in my stead,
                     A                        C#m
but my bones like plastic, do buckle backward now,
                        B                                E
I lay in this field by Judas' bowels and anticipate the plow,
              A                          C#m
I can not be forgiven; my wages will be paid,
                             B                          E
for those more lovely and admirable is least among the saved,
                        A
and where would I fit Jesus?
                      C#m
what place is left for me?
                           B                                      E
the price of atonement is more than I've found to offer up as my plea,
E                       C#m               A                    B
Jesus my heart is all I have to give to you, so weak and so unworthy,
                     E                C#m                     A
this simply will not do, no alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough,
                        B                        E
for your body that was broken, how can this be enough?
                 C#m                       A
by me you were abandoned, by me you were betrayed,
                     B                             E
yet in your arms and in your heart forever I have stayed
E                 C#m                                  A
Your glory illuminates my life, and no darkness will descend,
                        B                                E
for you have loved me forever, and your love will never end