Life, you bled me dry, offered nothing,
Life, you bled me dry, offered nothing.
In your embrace, for me, is there nothing?
Life, you bled me dry, offered nothing.
Search these hands, if you desire, search them,
Search these hands, if you desire, search them.
In my hands, but lines, and nothing.
Life, you bled me dry, offered nothing.
We've seen so many gods paraded here,
We've seen so many gods paraded here,
Before whom, the true God, is nothing.
Life, you bled me dry, offered nothing.
O God, this spring bursts in this hue,
O God, this spring bursts in this hue,
Yellow on the boughs, green is nothing.
Life, you bled me dry, offered nothing.
My heart, a child, clings to its demand,
My heart, a child, clings to its demand,
It craves all, or it desires nothing.
Life, you bled me dry, offered nothing.
In your embrace, for me, is there nothing?
Life, you bled me dry, offered nothing.
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