My eyes hold so much power over you.
Gazing, aching, fucking yourself up as I reprogram you towards the version of yourself I want you to be.

Escaping your destiny as My disciple is inevitable when these eyes strip you to your very core, show you exactly where is it that you need to be, in order to be mine.

I'm the puppeteer of your desires, overwhelming you with submission, on all fours as you lock down on my green, sparkling eyes. Nothing could save you from shifting your mind into where I want it.