Ο κόμβος ελέγχου των σπειροειδών ματιών - εντολή οργασμού

Beautiful creature, drown like a moth to flame

To the intensity of my spiraling gaze

Here you are, with that hand rubbing round your pathetic excuse for manhood

Prepare you to dive into an experience you will never forget

My eyes, balls of dark allure, back on you, close