Testo Saint Judas

When I went out to kill myself I caught a pack of Hoodlums beating up a man running to spare his suffering I forgot my name, my number How my day began How soldiers milled around the garden stone and sang amusing songs how all that day their javelins measured crowds How I alone bargained the proper coins and slipped away Banished from heaven I found this victim beaten stripped kneed and left to cry dropping aside my rope I ran ignored the uniforms then I remembered bread my flesh had eaten the kiss that ate my flesh flayed without hope I held that man for nothing in my arms