(I've become cuntrolled; unrolled)
I am just a cog.
A rusted gear in the shady mechanics of your whim.
(I'd better do what I've been told)
The key with which you wind away my time.
Your eyes are now a bog.
An abysmal oasis of regret that I must always swim.
(You paid with lies, so now I'm sold...)
But I suppose the punishment fits the crime.
(Just a slave being cuntrolled)