My open hand offered to you. Yours returned, around a blade and thrust in between my ribs. My bloody hands weren’t enough for you. A spit in the face – 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 I’d been
had. You took some more – 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 – 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 life’s complete.