When it feels like surgery And it burns like third degree And you wonder what is it worth? When your insides breaking in And you feel that ache again And you wonder What’s giving birth? If you could let the pain of the past go Of your soul None of this is in your controlIf you could only let your guard down You could learn to trust me somehow I swear, that I won’t let you go If you could only let go your doubts If you could just believe in me now I swear, that I won’t let you go I won’t let you go When your fear is currency If you could let the pain of the past go If you could only let your guard down I’ll always be by your side There ain’t no darkness strong enough that could tear you out from my heart No I won’t let you go |
Then one of the twelve disciples—the one named Judas Iscariot—went to the chief priests and asked, “What will you give me if I betray Jesus to you?” They counted out thirty silver coins and gave them to him. From then on Judas was looking for a good chance to hand Jesus over to them.”