Songs are poetry too, right?

And when you wanted me, I came to you.
And when you wanted someone else, I withdrew.
And when you asked for light, I set myself on fire.
And if I go far away, I know, you'll find another slave.


And when you wanted blood, I cut my veins.
And when you wanted love, I bled myself again.
Now that I've had my fill of you, I'll give you up forever.
And here I go, far away, I know you'll find another slave.


Then a vision came to me:
When you came along, I gave you everything...
But then you wanted more.


Now I'm free from what you want.
Now I'm free from what you need.
Now I'm free from what you are.