I came up from the water; He shed the blood
Our mothers looked on with proud tears
I shined from cleanliness and felt complete
A perfect life, never to be washed away
The book, set apart from the rest
Once was all I needed in the life
No other love, No other joy
No other way; He shed the blood
The apple, red like His blood, tasted so sweet
Like a snake, it lured me in
So intoxicated I could no longer see
It caught me and I could not leave
Stumbling through the orchard
Not knowing up from down
But He left His blood, like bread crumbs,
To guide me, if only I could follow; He shed the blood
