Avoidance Ritual Songtext
von SECT

I′ll be your Judas
Lined up on the wall
I'll be your wingman taking the fall
I′ll be your realist
Palm up to dust
I'll be your Judas thrown under the bus

The hated one that breaks the news
There's only two rooms in your father′s house
Both filled like a fountain
With expired wishful thoughts
And it′s not your hell or heaven
That cast me doom
To promise or threaten
But mine is a void
The kingdom of nothing


And above, so below
Both sides of the curtain
Of malice and power
It's scratched for the faithful
You can swallow crosses to the hilt
Swallow narratives greased up with guilt
But you can′t pray your way clear of a gnawing doubt

So I'll be your Judas
Racking the shot
Excised from the final cut
Ridden out all glory
Cynic at the gates
That any god worth their salt could appreciate

I′ll be your Judas
You're gonna need some realist
I′ll be your Judas
You're gonna need some realist