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