“I tried to make a home out of you,
but doors lead to trap doors, a stairway leads to nothing.
Unknown women wander the halls at night.
Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.
In the tradition of men in my blood, you come home at 3am and lie to me.
What are you hiding? The past and the future merge to meet us here.
What luck, what a fucking curse.”
– Beyonce, Lemonade (part 1)