Medea
(Medea)
If I cannot see you now
Nor can feel your breath
I will burn my home
Though I fear to put my d**h
In my own two hands
I will burn the room down
Where the water stands
If I cannot save my own
From the fire's spark
Rain will intervene
From the heavens comes an ark
Full of ashy wine
That will never be my home
As you will not be mine