I will plant the notion, the gnawing thought,
A subliminal trap set, in which you’re caught.
You will be aching, struggling to hold tight,
Endeavouring to stay composed, trying as you might.
But then I want you to fail, to lose that control,
I want you to give into the suggestions that I’ve sold.
I want the fire stoked, to rage out of control.
I want you to fall into lust, to let your soul go.