The Last Disciple

*dedicated to Dashboard Confessional, This Bitter Pill
Dashboard Confessional Yo! This Bitter Pill!!! (An elegy for Judas?)

* dedicated to Whitechapel, Prayer of Mockery
WhiteChapel - Prayer of Mockery Song! Listen Here!!!



------------/The Last Disciple: The Thoughts Of Judas Before Satan Possessed Him

I hear your words but there isnt language anymore just sounds the verbiage
of desolation and my conscience now the winnowing fork of truth sifting
madness and folly, authenticity the overwhelming sense a people
unwittingly defrauded enveloping the totality of my thoughts. Relations
irreparably debased in a room rented supposedly not swindled wine
and bread placed; an ornate table host of gregarious musings whilst
the poor Jews and our enslaved souls writhe. Liberation languishing
loathe to wait any longer seizing the opportunity the brave man
does not cannot cease from action if just one depraved decadent
denizen can be made fat, Pharisees waiting time is frittering....
time fritters
away. Sighs eyes closed sentiments betrayed out of necessity
callous choices for greater good silver pieces exchanged the glory
of Rome diminished, the immediate bonds of twelve men ransomed
for ultimate happiness will mend all wounds
wipe away tears from every trodden eye
crucifixion must be the catalyst for change blood spilled shrills
(required of a new order)-
of the misunderstood at best, deceitful master at worst
a field for my troubles, I traipse one last time destined for the Sanhedrin
a military coup perhaps.
Staring into the Condemned' eyes hollow reflection imperceptible
only angst turned inward the unthinking sheep loafing on
his bosom juxtapositions of two world governments contentment
to die and unrestful to live and ten too obtuse to differentiate the two
eating sop a tribute to a past life satiated
No more bread of placation procrastination and peaceful humiliation
no more wine of dallying excuse but revolution a ritual resignation
a man
but a 'hungry disciple' no more



-----John 13:20-30
Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that receiveth whomsoever I send receiveth me; and he that receiveth me receiveth him that sent me. When Jesus had thus said, he was troubled in spirit, and testified, and said, Verily, verily, I say unto you, that one of you shall betray me. Then the disciples looked one on another, doubting of whom he spake. Now there was leaning on Jesus' bosom one of his disciples, whom Jesus loved. Simon Peter therefore beckoned to him, that he should ask who it should be of whom he spake. He then lying on Jesus' breast saith unto him, Lord, who is it? Jesus answered, He it is, to whom I shall give a sop, when I have dipped it. And when he had dipped the sop, he gave it to Judas Iscariot, the son[ of Simon. And after the sop Satan entered into him. Then said Jesus unto him, That thou doest, do quickly. Now no man at the table knew for what intent he spake this unto him. For some of them thought, because Judas had the bag, that Jesus had said unto him, Buy those things that we have need of against the feast; or, that he should give something to the poor. He then having received the sop went immediately out: and it was night.



-----Prayer of Mockery lyrics
Open up your eyes
Prove the point that is sworn to me
Even blind ones see through your story
Begin on me oh mighty one
Destroy me with the powers that be
I'm still standing here
My heart still beats a million strong
I'm calling you out, prove to your followers that you exist
Bring down your fury like the scriptures document
Judge me
Tell me that I am not worthy for you
Bring down your fury like the scriptures document
Judge me
Tell me that I am not worthy for you
Rid me from this hell you've created and wipe my slate clean
Blind me with your light as though you never wanted me to see
Still I find myself waiting for the answers to come
My patience is wearing thin once again
Wipe my slate clean
Wipe my slate clean
Wipe my slate clean
When the trumpet sounds your so called second coming
Am I supposed to be trembling in fear
Wipe my slate clean
Wipe my slate clean
Wipe my slate clean
Thou shalt not bear false witness


----This Bitter Pill Lyrics

Walking away.
It's not the same as running.
Is it to you now
that you've run this in the ground?
And you say take this.
This medicine is just what you deserve.
Swallow, choke and die.
And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth.
One that's void of all discretion
such an awful tearing sound.
With its measure only equaled by the power of my stare
glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair
is never wearing out.

It's wearing off
and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
and a head to match.
The bottle is waiting
the cap is twisted
begging to be used
and so are you.

And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth.
One that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound.
With its measure only equaled by the power of my stare
glaring over and over you this feeling of despair
is never wearing out.
wearing out, wearing out, wearing out, wearing out, wearing out