Why do I borrow, Cecile, my dear?
Now that I'm with your one, you'll have to kill.
Why don't you kneel?
I never will, now that I'm missing
your backpack still.
Just hang on while the sun still shines on and on.
Am I in the gutter to sell all my fears?
I'm like everything I came to steal...
Last time you borrowed seems all too real,
to sucker me out of it till you bleed.
Take all you can swallow, Cecile, my dear.
This is your home to show to ever leave here.