Judas on the Concrete Bridge

The neon light is flickering, the midnight air is coldAnother dirty secret is being bought and sold.I see him standing on the edge, above the railway trackA shadow wrapped in velvet, with a target on his back.Thirty silver coins are jingling inside his broken coatTrading his brother's soul to keep a sinking world afloat.He sold the real passion for a trend that has no faceNow he’s just another zombie walking through this empty space.(Spoken Word) You thought the corporate dollar could save you from the night...But the fog of Turin is rising, cutting through the screenThere is no places left to hide inside your cold machine.And the choir is screaming loud from the catacombs below!The violins are weeping as the heavy techno blow!Baroque majesty is crashing into the metal floorGiuda on the concrete bridge cannot run anymore.He looks down at his hands, soaked in dust and silver rustRealizing every contract has turned to ash and dust.You traded the sky for a velvet cage,Now face the unchained raptor roaring on the stage!He cries out to the river, he cries out to the stoneBut the digital sceptre leaves him freezing all alone.The young zombies are dancing to a rhythm with no soulWhile the shaman of the steel symphony takes complete control.You cannot buy the internal growth, you cannot rent the graceYour fifteen-second vanity is wiped out from the place.The granite of the mountains is staring from afarJudging every fake applause and every plastic star.Look at the coins falling, dropping in the mudThe price of the betrayal, the price of ancient blood.The first shall be nothing, the independent mind will lastWe are burning the future to rewrite all the past.Nature always wins.Nature always wins!