Stockholm Syndrome

Hey

get close now

And burn the cigarette in my skin

Could you try and stop lying

To yourself?

Crucify the one you love for nothing

Nothing but your own

Everyone in your head died for nothing at all

At all

Turn away all my feels

Push me inside

The hole in your face

Don't go panic if the child sails away

Hidden acts

ghostly words

Don't believe the truth that comes out of his mouth

Close every padlock if he tries to escape

Even if he doesn't

'Cause I'm a dismal man

in a good way

Yeah

his evilness will cost millions now

She'll break my plate

she'll sell my skin

And my soul for pennies

I will kill myself if that makes you happy

And I will drown myself in my horrible vibes

I will pay for all the bad things

You have done