Judith fed her soul to lions
But their jaws were glued with fear
All her attempts of trying
Would always disappear
She marched ahead alone and false
Marched towards the Gates of Lot
Towards the land of the Fragment Waltz
The land that rhyme begot
She rested on a weak toadstool
And smelled Redemption at her feet
The Temptation was fast and cruel
But the Victory was deathly sweet
Chorus
Who will buy my medicine?
Who will buy my medicine?
Who will buy my medicine?
Who will buy my mother’s sin?
She put the magic in her sack
And carried it with her into Lot
The world turned a misty, swirling black
And her thoughts began to rot
But she held onto the enchantment
The deliverance from her Exodus
One more day and she would repent
She must bring them The Dream of Gerontius
She crossed the threshold like a bridesmaid
Overwhelmed by her dismay
For all the salt in Lot was mislaid
Trampled underfoot in broad display
Chorus
