The last supper

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