Who killed you? A friend, Only my friend — my soul. O how foolish to desire love To pawn a heart When they ask for a limb Only a brother who has lost An eye To his brother Knows How Quickly it is to die in storms But why have i desired love When I've always known This is what They did with their god When they kissed him on the cheek with their lips And told him to open his hands To let the world through.