The sick navigator

I refuse to kneel before your feet
I dont wanna serve and do your bids
I dont wanna live by your will

I can't bounce your calls
Can't you be a lil lenient on my resolve
I cry for help, please dont cut me off
What's your intent, you sick navigator
Or am i the sick one for letting you thread me
on a path to eternal annihilation
The potholes are euphemisms of pleasure
Your hypnotic countenance raised above my determination
It shrivels slowly, instantaneously, following suit with my submission
I don't wanna kneel before your feet and do your bids

I refuse to serve and live by your will
But here I am, my sick navigator
Tapping in more sins and Hogging your services.