You worship my boots so hard that you would d i e for them. You would let their heels smother you, their soles trample you until they smash your organs, you would let them beat you until your bones are broken. And still you would worship them and ask for more.

You worship my boots so hard that you would d i e for them. You would let their heels smother you, their soles trample you until they smash your organs, you would let them beat you until your bones are broken. And still you would worship them and ask for more.