Thirty Pieces And Counting

Nail your palm to the market stall
Sell the truth for a cleaner fall
Judas kissed and the spear went deep
Thirty coins in a leather keep
Caesar's bronze and a velvet tongue
Same old lies, just a different lung
From the garden to the gallows tree
The blade gets passed, but the soul is free?

Thirty pieces! Clink and clatter!
Who the hell does it really matter?
Kiss of death, the backstab queen
History's just a guillotine!
Raise your glass to the man who sold
Iron truth for a lie of gold!

Check the scrolls of the WWII files
Blanket trials and the traitor smiles
Selling comrades for a crust of bread
While the fire rains down on their heads
Double agents in the neon glow
Cyber whispers and the data blow
Stab your brother for a blue-lit screen
The next betrayal is clean and mean!

Thirty pieces! Clink and clatter!
Who the hell does it really matter?
Kiss of death, the backstab queen
History's just a guillotine!
Raise your glass to the man who sold
Iron truth for a lie of gold!

I see you shaking at the witness stand
Pointing fingers with a trembling hand
You trade the future for a cheap applause
But you forgot the grinding jaws...
OF THE WRENCH!

Modern martyr, burnt and banned
Can't tell the savior from the contraband
Social poison, likes and shares
Sell your mother to the billionaire's heirs
Nothing new beneath the rotting sun
The race is lost before it's run
Pick your pocket, choose your side
On this merry-go-round of suicide!

THIRTY PIECES! CLINK AND CLATTER!
WHO THE HELL DOES IT REALLY MATTER?
KISS OF DEATH! THE BACKSTAB QUEEN!
HISTORY'S JUST A GUILLOTINE!
RAISE YOUR GLASS TO THE MAN WHO SOLD!
RAISE YOUR FIST TO THE STORY TOLD!
IRON TRUTH FOR A LIE OF GOLD!
 ...Et tu, brute?