On a red horse, a bringer of war Saw what he wanted, and what was in store As a pale horse behind him stepped through the door Through the door Breaking the seventh seal Split to the core of damnation, a hell on earth, the reward From a god who would ruin, to the flood of the storm Of the storm With blood on their lips They drink to conform All hail the darkness From which we are torn The pale horse is Judas And we are stillborn An empty container, an emptier soul A throwaway culture, a means of control Narcissistic, aggressive, the moment foretold Told you so You can sell yourself out You can talk yourself in You can fuck for the money Then cry about sin They can use and confuse you Right till the end But in the end With blood on your lips You'll drink to conform And bow to the darkness From which you are born The pale horse is Judas And you are all reborn The pageantry leads us astray (All the world is a stage) We get caught in the moment, in our childish ways It's not for the sin in the end that we pay (It's not for the sin in the end that we pay) It's the sacrifice of the one thing that you have It's the time ticking by and your just giving it all away I am, you are, we're all Judas! I am, you are, we're all Judas! I am, you are, we're all Judas! I am, you are, we're all Judas! I am, you are, we're all Judas! I am, you are, we're all Judas! I am, you are, we're all Judas! I am, you are, we're all Judas!