Poor Devil - Ilsa

Sick with rage and regret

Negative peace

Fatal scenes

Replaying in his mind

The twelfth disciple

The last apostle

Poor devil

Never saw it coming

Useful idiot

Played his role

Thirty pieces

Doomed his soul

The earth would not cover his body

The sea would not swallow his corpse

No steel could cut him

The flame would not consume

Low hanging fruit of a poisoned tree

Judas hung himself

Judas hung himself

It happened in the field of clay

Jesus caught

And pushed him off th shelf

Bathed in burst blood and bowels

H swayed

If Judas' betrayal

Was predestined

The story’s hinged

On cruelty manifested

Manipulated into his deception

The heel to blame

The rube with no redemption

Judas hung himself

Judas hung himself

In the old potter’s field of clay

From the knotty branch

He strangled as he danced

In his burst blood and bowel he bathed

Bathed in burst blood and bowel he swayed

Judas hung himself

Judas hung himself

In the potter’s field his body stayed

Three red worms rose

From the rotten soil

Into his entrails to lay their eggs