Empty Head, Full Control - Gooning Perfection

You've been teetering on the edge of this for so long, haven't you?

Circling the drain of your own desires, hungry for a command that will tip you over the edge.

It's a simple truth, one we both know intimately.

Your need to stroke away every semblance of thought, keeping you teetering, desperate and wanting.

My perfection, it's what hollows you out, leaving you mindless, aching with denial,