How long has it been since you first sensed My control? Could be weeks, months, years… And as I only get richer, you turn more broke. While I get hotter, you continue to rot and dwell in you inadequacy, craving a deeper sense of ruin and emasculation. You see, no matter which path you’ll take, I will always be the end goal. That’s just the nature of our relationship. Fueled by your raging desire to relapse as the last resource feeding your soul, it’s only inevitable to accept it: You are Mine, forever.