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
 (Ooh-hoo)
 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
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 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
 (Ooh-hoo)
 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?!
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 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
 I can't remember time nor place
 Let's see how the vapour choir sing
 Just don't, just don't