Thirty pieces of silver is that the going price
Is that the magic bargain that turns you men to mice
Well it seems so very cheap such a small price to keep 
us meek
Distracted from the way so we're alone and scared and 
weak
And the pain cuts like a knife when you feel that 
you've wasted your whole life
Chasing up blood money through all those years of 
strife
And all those years you worked never was it said that 
you had shirked
You can leave something behind but it's the emptiness 
that hurts
If you live set up for failure, you'll tear yourself 
apart
Anything is slavery if it isn't in your heart
Failure is your fear if you think the end is always 
near
Sold a packaged slavery instead of being here
Pictures of my life flash by, a myriad in front of my 
eyes
My heart is filled with pain, I don't know where to lay 
the blame
If I could live it all again, it wouldn't be the same 
now as it was then
I would take the opportunity to express my creativity
If I could go right back to the start I'd drop the 
pretence and follow my heart
I never did understand you could break free from the 
master plan
Now that it seems too late, it's beyond my power to 
outrun fate
I realise it was true, I could have done what I wanted 
to do
So if thirty pieces of silver is a measure of your 
worth
And the price of your existence down here on planet 
earth
Unlike the demons from the pale, the truth in your 
heart will never fail
So follow it, forget the rest, don't let your soul go 
stale
Or the pain cuts like a knifeÂ…
If I could live it all again, it wouldn't be the same 
now as it was then
I would take the opportunity to express my creativity
If I could go right back to the start I'd drop the 
pretence and follow my heart!