You mortal. You traitor.

O the window that you hold so tight, the light that you resist.
You owe me still. I'll wait, there is no limit to that.
You think you can travel? You think you can fly through places?
I think you had a big hallucination. Your feet are tied deep to your crazy dream.
The bath that you poured me is drained and is gone, and for him
He cries before he leaves. But you owe me, you will always owe me.
I am adamant, unlike the silent lambs you keep to feed yourself,
I don't ask, I hear the blades in trembling hands.

O the women you love so much, with whom you negotiate.
You think you can tell? You think you can speak?
I see the fear in you while you weep the floors, I see how bad you want to hold the window.
And in those places which you dare not name, I have seen a monster
The big green one, that you drew for me one day. And I know how much it terrifies you.
The men who worship you, will come to me one day and I'll tell them the stories you told me
They will laugh with pride, they will be glad. You will still hide, and I won't reveal that.
I just need my part in your share, in the seconds you made up.
In the minutes you lied.