No one knows how much you spend, no one knows where all your money has gone, you put forward a well woven fabrication that you still have it all together yet your ones and zeros sit comfortably in my bank account. That's exactly how I like it, your head spinning, your cock throbbing, every time you fall a little deeper and still no one knows. The lies you tell your coworkers when you're a late for a meeting, the lies you tell your assistant when she walks in on you drooling over me, you tell them all so well, even you have started to believe them. You can't escape, you don't want to and so you find yourself trapped in a web of lies.