Paper Rifles - Judas

I was so certain when I was younger
But I'm pretty sure I was quite the hardest work
Now my head hurts and both my shoulders
Are worn with the weight of the world and what it's worth

Are these thirty pieces of silver
All that it took to drown out that youthful shout?
If I've sold us down the river
I'm the only one who can start to bail us out

I might be grey in the mirror but the portrait looks like me

Blackened lightning splits my sight
Just the cost of war with a sleepless night
And I just don't know if I'm getting this right
But I try, I try

Written by:
Jon Dick

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