Let the pull take you, you know it’ll happen eventually. You’ll hit play and you’re gone for good. Gooning yourself stupid, trapped beyond any hope, out of your control. Just thoughtless and pumping, deep in the spiral, deep in the wave. You’re itching to Goon your brains out, what’s more exciting than lighting that spark up again? Buy it and let me ruin you. You’re due for a brain breaking session anyway, you’re getting restless, reckless and dull. I won’t ever let you stop, not at all, instead you’re going to be Chronically Gooning.
