No matter how cruel I get you crave more of me. Even if I barely do a damn thing you're a mess for it. I don't need to work hard at all to make you weak, you're so desperate for me and it's showing more and more. You can feel how powerful I've gotten, a grip so strong you can't pull away from. Even now, you're so needy for me. Come worship me, linger and wait for every little word of mine. Feel how I pull you in again and again...My perfect curves infect you deeper and deeper. Hand and foot desperate to worship me. Every cruel thing I call you, you only get needier, don't you? Weaker and weaker for me.
