A banquet for traitors

Again, I wake to you
Stand up, these feet are so far from clean
I'm undeserving of the strength in your arms used to save me
But years passed when I saw Eve next to me, she's wrapped in low-cut, dripping sensuality
I remember the host, but it's been so long since we spoke
He said: My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish
But I sit at a banquet for traitors
Placed here between a thief and a liar
Just run and hold perfection in your arms as I slip
But I'll make you the God of a liar cause I've been both a saint and a viper
I'll make you the God of a liar
I am a lie, just like these traitors that cry for forgiving replies but keep their grips held tight
Though my eye's on Eve you're ready to bleed as if I'm royalty but I am no king. I am no king
His life spilled like a tide so divine
It was a blood soaked feast that never ceased as his veins dripped empty
With such violent grace, the waves hit my face and in painful clarity I turned fearfully
What makes you think you can deserve me?
What makes you think you can deserve me?
My host fell to his knees as paling lips pushed his plea
My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish
But I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar
Just run and hold perfection in your arms as I slip
But I'll make you the God of a liar 'cause I've been both a saint and a viper
By grace uneven, at the banquet portrayed, through death, this life is saved
But I am no king! I am no
Open your eyes, child, your sea is changing