Traitor's Look (Known By The Scars Album Version)

How did it feel to take the place of honor at the meal?
To take the sop from His own hand, a prophecy to seal?
Was it because He washed your feet that you sold Him as a slave?
The Son of Man, the Lamb of God, who'd only come to save
The silver that they paid to you from out their precious till
Was meant to buy a spotless lamb, a sacrifice to kill
How heavy was the money bag that couldn't set you free?
It became a heavy millstone as you fell into the sea
Now Judas, don't you come too close, I fear that I might see
The traitor's look upon your face, might look too much like me
'Cause just like you I've sold the Lord, and often for much less
And like a wretched traitor I betrayed Him with a kiss