Stockholm

Well, your heart's on a wire, hooked up to a switch

Turned on by desire, oh, karma's a bitch

Yeah, you're locked in their basement

Fell down the stairs

If someone comes to save you

If nobody cares

Is this love

That you're feedin'?

You can't tell

Anymore

Is this love

You're feeling?

Is this love

Or your win?

Now your head's on the table, all covered in blood

Is it always this painful? You swear this isn't love

She'll tell you she's sorry, he'll kiss you goodnight

And they go upstairs, oh, something isn't right

Is this love

That you're feelin'?

You can't tell

Anymore

Is this love

You're fighting for?

Is this love

Or your win?

How's your ego

Eating?

You've got nothing, nothing more to give

But somewhere deep inside, in the depths of my mind

You lie between the sheets of the lies

And bittersweet miseries of a kind lost up to time

You swear this isn't love, is it crime?

Is this love

That you're feelin'?

You can't tell

Anymore

Is this love

You're fighting for?

Is your love

All I fucking want?

How's your ego

Eating?

I've got nothing, nothing more to give