| I feel your pain my dear
|
| So once more I’ll shoulder it for you
|
| A surrogate to make it disappear
|
| I’m doomed to be the stronger of us two
|
| Your masochistic saviour is here
|
| To purge and take away your every sin
|
| The oracle, the sympathetic ear
|
| To take your disease upon me
|
| To brand your hurt upon my skin
|
| I can’t seem to help you, Judas
|
| I can’t seem to touch you deep enough
|
| I can’t seem to cure you
|
| You’re sewn shut and torn open
|
| I scour off the worry on your brow
|
| So you may lay your cross upon my spine
|
| Quite beyond my words you are right now
|
| As you monopolize my mercy to feel fine
|
| I can’t seem to help you, Judas
|
| I can’t seem to touch you deep enough
|
| I can’t seem to cure you
|
| You’re sewn shut and torn open
|
| I can’t seem to help you, Judas
|
| I can’t seem to touch you deep enough
|
| How do I get through to you?
|
| You’re full of doubt and soul-broken
|
| If I die it will not save you
|
| If I drink it will not sate you
|
| Yet I swallow every droplet… so you won’t have to
|
| I can’t seem to help you, Judas
|
| I can’t seem to touch you deep enough
|
| I can’t seem to cure you
|
| You’re sewn shut and torn open
|
| I can’t seem to help you, Judas
|
| I can’t seem to touch you deep enough
|
| How do I get through to you?
|
| You’re full of doubt and soul-broken |