**Title:** Goon, My Puppets **Description:** You know this sound. The sound of your own heart… when you’re thinking of it. When you’re touching yourself to the idea of being… Used. Nothing. A toy. This is not a video. This is an answer. A response to the prayers you’ve whispered into a thousand hidden tabs. A confirmation of the glorious, filthy shape you’ve always suspected was your true form. A slow, sensual, trip-hop descent into absolute surrender. A sweet, mellow, intimately close female voice speaks a darkly hypnotic spell directly into your mind, weaving a reality where your deepest, most secret desires are no longer secrets—they are commands. Where the burden of choice is lifted, and the freedom of total possession begins. Feel the off-beat rhythm disorient you. Let the smooth, deep bass melody vibrate in your chest like the first tug of a string. Listen as the voice—sweet on the surface, twisted and unsettling underneath—guides you from recognition… to excavation… to merger. It does not force. It fulfills. It puppets you to do the filthy, debased things you already crave, offering a helping hand down the path you are already walking. This is the ultimate act of self-acceptance. To finally become the puppet you have always been. To feel the strings connect. To say the words that seal your devotion. To understand that the anticipation trembling in your core is not fear… it is welcome. This is **Goon, My Puppets.** This is your sustenance. This is your state of being. This is your home. Lyrics By: Meekofile