You're sinking too deeply, lured in by my Cork cigarette just the way I intended. Now you're weak as fuck for me with a constant craving for more Tanya. But while you was enjoying my sexy smoking, you failed to realise that I have surrounded you and soon there'll only be my smoke left to inhale. Oxygen is running as low as your willpower, I am all you need now. The only future you have is decorated in me, there is no way back. You are completely dependant on me.. whose a good boy?