Hangwire - Stockholm Syndrome

Hey get close now
And burn the cigarette on my skin
Could you try to stop lying to yourself?
Crucify the one you love for nothing
Nothing but your own
Everyone in your head died for nothing 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 k!Il 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