Blood Money - Seventh Star

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.