Outfoxed, outsmarted, outplayed
No sign of fightback displayed
Complete submission has been given
To the power of addiction, relentlessly driven
All your weapons surrendered with amazing ease
At the slightest stir from your conqueror, you freeze
Unable to provide more than the most feeble of whimpers
The heavy shackles you locked on have you somewhat hindered
You're beaten, you're whipped, you're done
The chance of escaping is exactly none
Your jailer walks past with dangling keys
But you just can't get up off your knees
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