| Song | A Banquet For Traitors |
| Artist | Oh, Sleeper |
| Album | Son Of The Morning |
| These feet are so far from clean | |
| I’m undeserving of the strength, 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 | |
| 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, you can hold perfection in your arms as | |
| I slip But | |
| I’ll make you the god of a liar, because | |
| I’ve been both a saint and a viper | |
| I’ll make you the god of a liar | |
| I am a lie, just like the 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, you can hold perfection in your arms as | |
| I slip But | |
| I’ll make you the god of a liar because | |
| I’ve been both a saint and a viper | |
| By grace uneven at the banquet portrayed through death, this life is saved | |
| I am no king. | |
| I am no… Open your eyes, child, your sea is changing |
| These feet are so far from clean | |
| I' m undeserving of the strength, the strength in your arms used to save me | |
| But years passed when | |
| I saw Eve next to me | |
| She' s wrapped in lowcut, dripping sensuality | |
| I remember the host, but it' s been so long since we spoke | |
| 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, you can hold perfection in your arms as | |
| I slip But | |
| I' ll make you the god of a liar, because | |
| I' ve been both a saint and a viper | |
| I' ll make you the god of a liar | |
| I am a lie, just like the 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 bloodsoaked 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, you can hold perfection in your arms as | |
| I slip But | |
| I' ll make you the god of a liar because | |
| I' ve been both a saint and a viper | |
| By grace uneven at the banquet portrayed through death, this life is saved | |
| I am no king. | |
| I am no Open your eyes, child, your sea is changing |