What father leaves his child with a witch? By Setebos I curse the wretch to hell The wretch will from humanity unhitch The wretch becomes a story I must tell By Setebos we live before we die To live or die is often quite the same Each life is but the telling of a lie A lie which knows that truth is just a game Play on, play on, we’ll die in wretched time What father leaves his child with a witch? By Setebos you recognize the crime The players come and go; with you they switch With Sycorax the witch you had your fun Your Caliban exists in everyone.