Let me swear you to Secrecy. I have found the key. The gateway to your Dreams. You have it too. We don’t need to act
You don’t stop. You keep Us up all night with your Demands. We give in.
Run out of town, banned From the stage. Writing’s burned. You Must have something good.
Withered, parched, in need Of recompense. We can right The wrongs, make you well.
You lived up to your End of the bargain. We will Too. You have done well.
When they call you “scum Of the earth,” smile. At least You’re not one of them.