Thomas doubted but he kept it real the deal
Said show me the truth let me feel what's real
A skeptic’s heart but a lion's roar
Kept the faith even when the skies tore
Simon the zealot man a rebel’s fire
He’d flip the script flip tables if required
Loyal to the cause like a soldier's creed
A fisherman turned to plant the seed
Philip saw the signs in the open air
Said show us the Father man he was aware
Asked the questions nobody would dare
Faith like a whisper carried everywhere
Matthew the tax man with a pen in hand
Wrote down the words for the promised land
From coins to the cross he flipped the page
A scribe for the truth through every age
Twelve at the table breaking bread in the night
Stories and shadows under candlelight
Thomas Simon Philip and Matt
Yo the last crew rolling like that
The last supper
The last supper
Jude in the corner with a glance so sly
Quiet like the moon in the midnight sky
Alphaeus’ son James he's the silent type
Steady like a candle in the dead of the night
Bartholomew speaks words cut like steel
A fisherman's hands but his minds surreal
They gather around the table bread breaking slow
Twelve stories untold secrets they'll never show
Judas in the shadows with his pockets full of greed
Thirty silver coins planting treachery's seed
He smiles like a serpent words slick with charm
But his eyes betray the storm in the calm
Jude keeps the faith though the air feels thin
À holy wager placed but who's going to win
James watches silent like a hawk in the trees
While Bartholomew prays for the storm to appease
A table of trust now a web of doubt
One will betray but no one shouts
The room feels heavy the air’s so thick
The clock ticks slow who'll make the first trick
Pass the bread pass the wine take the vow
Who's gonna stay who's gonna break now
Disciples in the dark where the truth plays rough
The last supper’s on but the night's too tough
The last supper
The last supper
The table's set no golden plates
Bread and wine they contemplate
Andrew's eyes sharp like a blade
Silent thoughts on the role he played
John leans back soft spoken deep
Words he carries secrets to keep
James the great with a fire inside
But tonight his temper takes a ride
Peter's hands are calloused rough
His faith is strong but the night gets tough
Shadows flicker walls whisper doubt
Every breath feels like a countdown shout
Questions hang in the candle’s glow
Who will stay who will go
Who will break who will bend
Is this dinner or the end
Whispers of betrayal loom
In this quiet upper room
Pass the bread pass the cup
Drink it down we're lifting up
Twelve of us but time feels thin
The last feast before it begins
The last supper
The last supper
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