I'm much higher than you
I'm the hook with countless faces
There's not much you can do
Just get lost in this arrangement
You'll work harder for this
Forsake self to tread temptation
For short moments of bliss
Drop your compass, rise elated
Shake and tremble
Or I'll withhold the nectar you need
Thrash and rattle
Follow the cues that I leave
Gnash and prattle
While my fragrance attracts all the slaves it can bring
They'll ululate and sing