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Judas as Black Moth
In the middle of the night
As the cats cry in the street
And the scent of flowers
Is heavy in your hair
The car sweeps by with the murdered child
The car sweeps by with the violated girl
The car sweeps by with its trunk full of death
What monsters we've become
What monsters we've become
I can't hear your voice
I can't see your face