know your weaknesses, I know how deep you get mesmerized when you look at my body, my curves, my shiny gloves... and my cigarette, at the corner of my black lips. You know that worshiping me is also worshiping my gloves, my ashes, everything I wear, everything I interact with when it comes to enforcing your addiction to me. Now as I light my cigarette, hold between my shiny gloved fingers, don't overthink and obey each of the order I whisper in your ear...