i been tearing
and i been torn
the temple steps
are smooth and warm
what judas been doing
there ain't no knowing
on the olive vine
something different
is growing
lazarus on down
lazarus on down
lazarus on down
lazarus on down
one eyed crow
tapping on a windowpane
little boy raised a cup
in cyaphast's name
the potter's field
blood beneath the tree
that money's gone son
what's left, you owe me
lazarus on down
lazarus on down
lazarus on down
lazarus on down
is that hope
in the shepherd's eyes?
or just another
little dark surprise?
i'm just like you, dad;
thin and cold
if you didn't know it
well now you know
