Beneath her eyes, I scorned a thorn on the many roses Did color this world of ours. Beneath her stare, I felt the man I knew myself to be Was never to leave, until the sun grows cold. Beneath my veins, I drew blood from a wide stain, I knew myself for what I wanted, in her currents. Beneath my form, I sold the Devil for God's new birth Of a son who could not die for any single sin. No pain, No knowledge, No wounds, No wrongdoing Was to give me insight into the sunset, When all I saw was the sunrise. All I wanted Was all I needed, When all I needed Was merely all I wanted. How could love be so selfish? How could I be so selfish?