Stockholm Syndrome

He says he's a nihilist

Quaking on a mound of slaughtered kings

Sniffing on solvents, solving solutions

On what the future brings

A royalist and a drug user

Walk into a bar

Both buy their captors drinks

Accusing the other's gone too far

Uh-huh

Just give them enough, rope

Just give them enough rope

How can I feel myself

When I can't even feel my face?

I've got more stories to tell

But I can't remember time nor place

Just wash your hands

And teach your hostage how to keep them clean

Just watch your neck

And cut the nonsense with Hume's guillotine

He says he's a pacifist

Quaking on a pile of collected things

Tearing at his infant lungs

Whilst the vapor choir sings

He danced with chaos

Lost his feet 'cause chaos chews his youth

Just suck the marrow, boy

Don't bite off what you can't chew

Huh?

Just give them enough rope

Just give them enough rope

How can I feel myself

When I can't even feel my face?

I've got more stories to tell

But I can't remember time nor place

Let’s see how the vapour choir sing

Just don’t, just don’t