My open hand offered to you. Yours returned, around a blade and thrust in between my ribs. My bloody hands werenâ€™t enough for you. A spit in the face â€“ Such a
disgrace (2x). A sin that cannot be ignored. Can thirty pieces fill the void? I gave everything I had. To find out that Iâ€™d been had. You took some more
â€“ Trying to settle the score. Greedily snatching what I gave. Adding humiliation to my pain. Love unconditional so unfathomable; forgiveness, no trace of
sin so hard to imagine. A spit in the face â€“ Such a disgrace (2x). Yet, this is the only thing so real a sacrifice that made my life complete. Yes, this
is the only thing so real blood was shed and now my lifeâ€™s complete.