Stockholm Syndrome

Welcome, to the world of fake reality

Where you can never believe what you hear or believe what you see

It's like the Colosseum of the annual games

With the Roman Emperor being entertained

A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate

A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate

A flick of the wrist and you're through

And there's no telling what they might do

Now they've captured your soul

Oh you're under control

They've captured your soul

And they won't give it back 'till you plead

Setting agendas and fashions which must be obeyed

(You must obey it, you must obey it)

With their stories and lies they decide, the way you're portrayed

You only see what they want you to see and nothing else

You only see what they want you to see and nothing else

A flick of the wrist and you've through

And there's no telling what they might do

Now they've captured your soul

Oh your under control

They've captured your soul

And they won't give it back 'till you plead

Nothing ever happens

So why are you watching? X3

No, nothing ever happens

So why are you watching!?

They've captured your soul

And they won't give it back

No they won't give it back

No they won't give it back