With just a flick of the opal banded finger I will throw you into a concentric mental decline. I control your elation, I control your depression. I take as I wish memory, clothed in a raiment noir. I take you under my black wing. I take you under my dark wing And nurture you in hate to dwell Forever in a Maison Blanche. Purity through corruption. Who am I to blame when your basest instincts are realized?