Silver Blood

Lyrics He woke with coins in his palm Cold metal, cold breath The room still smelled like fear And a promise gone dead He said, "I can fix this" But the words turned to rust Every step down that hallway Dragged a stone in his chest Too late now Too loud now The lie got a name And it wears his face Thirty pieces burn Burn in his hand Thirty pieces burn No way to stand He sold the Son of Man Now the night comes back Thirty pieces burn And Judas can't forget that He found them in the dark yard With lanterns and iron eyes He watched the kiss land clean Then felt the whole sky crack The Teacher didn't flinch once Didn't spit, didn't run Just that calm, cut-deep silence Like a blade in the sun Too late now Too loud now The lie got a name And it wears his face Thirty pieces burn Burn in his hand Thirty pieces burn No way to stand He sold the Son of Man Now the night comes back Thirty pieces burn And Judas can't forget that At dawn he hit the temple Threw the silver in the floor Said, "I brought blood to this house" Then he slammed through the door They looked at the money Like it meant less than dirt But that shine on the stones Just made the shame hurt worse He walked past the shouting Past the smoke and the stone Past every face that knew him And left him standing alone The hands that took his bargain Wouldn't carry his weight So he wore his own ruin Like a judge at the gate Too late now Too loud now The lie got a name And it wears his face Thirty pieces burn Burn in his hand Thirty pieces burn No way to stand He sold the Son of Man Now the night comes back Thirty pieces burn And Judas can't forget that Then he climbed to the silence Where the world felt thin No comfort in the branches No soft place to begin Just a hard, final ending For a heart split in two And the last thing that haunted him Was the face he knew If you chase a crown with blood on it It turns right back on you If you trade a soul for silver It'll chain you to the truth Thirty pieces burn Burn in his hand Thirty pieces burn No way to stand He sold the Son of Man Now the night comes back Thirty pieces burn And Judas can't forget that