What is the price to betray the hands that lift me up?
What is felt as I make the deal?
As I go through the actions knowing well what it is I’ve done,
My soul weighed down by thirty silver coins.

Oh, we’re all searching for our own path,
But we can’t seem to find what we need when we only search in our own lives.

Time’s running out, will you drink from this cup?
As this world comes to seize what has been so dear to me.
A figure of love has been hung on a tree
And I dare not open my weeping eyes to see.

A trial before the jury, the crowd follows a tainted path,
Innocence is wasted.
They try to find any reason to spill some blood,
Breaking the heart that loved them all.

Oh, we’re all searching for our own path,
But we can’t seem to find what we need when we only search in our own lives.

Time’s running out, will you drink from this cup?
As this world comes to seize what has been so dear to me.
A figure of love has been hung on a tree
And I dare not open my weeping eyes.
Time’s running out as we drink from this cup.
As this world comes to seize it becomes so clear to me.
A figure of love has been hung to bring
Strength to open these weeping eyes.

Savior, just say the words to me.
I am ready.