Stockholm Syndrome
Misplaced loyalty
Take risks as an art from
Lose all liberties.
Too much confusion
Too much empathy
Swinging in ribbons
To extremities
You had me walking a razor wire.
Took out a contract on desire.
Well this must be how vampires kiss,
With your hands round my neck
I shake like this.
Three years to wake up
Three minutes to suffocate
Three seconds to break up
Three days to dehydrate
Three weeks without food
Three words to defend
Three sacks of blackmail
No feelings at the end.
You had me walking a razor wire.
Took out a contract on desire.
You want promises, here's my best
You bit me but I'm not possessed.
You had me walking a razor wire
Took out a contract on desire
Well this must be how vampires kiss,
With your hands round my throat
I shake like this.
A flick of the wrist
A flick of the wrist
A flick of the wrist
Feels just like
A kiss with a fist...
A kiss with a fist...
A kiss with a fist...
Feels just like
A flick of the wrist
A flick of the wrist
A flick of the wrist
You had me walking a razor wire.
Took out a contract on desire.
You want promises, here's my best
You bit me but I'm not possessed.
You had me walking a razor wire
Took out a contract on desire
Well this must be how vampires kiss,
With your hands round my throat
I shake like this.
I shake like this.
I shake like this!