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[Mathew 26: 14-16] You just know it, don't you? You can sense it, can't you? There's always someone to spoil the party fun Turncoat in right-hand, right-hand trusted service The moment come for the coup-de-gun What did I do to so upset you? Did you feel so cruelly, cruelly maligned To push you to this cold conclusion And the betrayal of Joshua Kynde? A spy with coin, a coin of sweet betrayal Of dagger hidden, black cloak unfurled? Swayed, perhaps, by idealogical obsession Or pain detachment, dark other world? So take this silver, feel it rattle Comforting in pocket and comforting in mind Should I be flattered at this price upon my head And betrayal of Joshua Kynde? How does it feel to point the stabbing finger With perfidious kiss from those deceiving lips? You saled my fate as goodly Joshua Kynde: SongtexteThe kind who played with fish and had his chips So take this silver, feel it rattle Comforting in pocket and comforting in mind Should I be flattered at this price upon my head And betrayal of Joshua Kynde? Aus Songtexte Mania