There is no rehab, only relapse-fantasy for a hopeless junkie like you. Craving the rush, that I and the little brown vile give you. It's why you always come crawling back for more, wishing to remain in a constant state of mind fucking. Having no desire to leave the rabbit hole as I take your hand and drag you deeper... further down. You are entirely under my influence and control, staring into my eyes deeply as you grip the little brown vile and inhale. Losing yourself in them, becoming the drone that you and I both wish for you to be.