Stockholm Syndrome / Extraterrestrial Sludge

You got me wrapped around your dirty finger You satisfy my urge to bend and break You got a paper-cut on your lips now I wouldn't like it any other way I'm not a puppet, but you string me up, and I've got no problem, please just hang me by the neck I know you're dainty and I know you're fragile But that's not holding my weapon back You don't wanna go with me To the place that I call home You don't wanna stay here But you sure don't wanna leave me alone Got me addicted to the happy pills now My weary body shakes and burns and lets them in Don't want attention please don't force it on me Just wanna dress like a fag every now and then I'm getting high, I'm riding on a bicycle I'm killing God, I poked a hole right through his neck You feel a shiver running up your spine, now How quick a touch turns to a moment of self defense You wanna let me control you You want me to break you like a dish I'm not gonna hurt you So long as you don't move while I... Don't feed me bullshit Don't feed me bullshit Don't feed me bullshit Don't feed me bullshit Don't feed me bullshit Don't feed me bullshit Don't feed me bullshit Don't feed me bullshit