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 kill 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