Apey & The Pea - Judas dalszöveg

Call my name through skies I don’t own 
Leave the time from the cold its so old 
Speak the side, rot it time, I don’t owe 
„Your the fire from their bones” said the grown 

I don’t find them wrong.. 
I define your cold.. 

Call the snake from the sky out of lone 
Sleep the tide from the grown, in denial 
Seek the truth, rot in time, I don’t know 
„Your time has become your own grail” 

I don’t find them wrong.. 
I define your cold.. 
"I define them wrong" 
"I define your cold"