The Judas Table - Antimatter

Come gather round, my accomplices

We’ll make no sound, no false promises

If time is ours to waste, then holds the cards begat by haste

With your ghost sat by our side

We turn to move but it’s too late

Heart to heart and face to face

And your cross held up so high

Eat through old ignorant wars

Drink through all contracts drawn

Dream all the rivers dry

Celestial, this range of voices

Too many years nailed to your choices

I waited in that so long, I lingered in that so long