Stockholm Syndrome

A digital dungeon Fitted with multiple diversion In my very eyes it stimulates Infinite images, vocals flashes Creeping and merging Splitting my cortex It breeds and finally enters My intuition Ghost and specters thus born Sucking souls of I as it's host Depleting the very last animating force of life Rewarding me a dose of orgasmic Serenity With ultimate discording closure Will you Will you make it better Or leave me broken I'm in need of repair Outside this realm, span of time passes Enslaved, powerless I repeat patterns Designed uniquely for you and me Paradise inside the holographic world Devours me (but) Will you Will you make it better Or leave me broken I'm in need of repair Will you Will you make it better Or leave me broken I'm in need of repair A digital dungeon Inside the holographic world Designed for me Designed for me All the silence you are making In my dream I'm fucked up But don't let it wither Just push me further Will you Will you make it better Or leave me broken I'm in need of repair