STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

He says he's a nihilist Quaking on a mound of slaughtered kings Sniffing on solvents Solving solutions of what the future brings A royalist and a drunk geezer walk into a bar Both buy their captors drinks Accusing the other's gone too far Uh huh Just give them enough rope Just give them enough rope How can I feel myself when I can't even feel my face? I've got more stories to tell But I can't remember time nor place Just wash your hands And teach your hostage how to keep them clean Just watch your neck And cut the nonsense with Hume's guillotine He says he's a pacifist Quaking on a pile of collected things Tearing at his infant lungs Whilst the vapor choir sings He danced with chaos Lost his feet 'cause chaos chooses you Just suck the marrow, boy Don't bite off what you can't chew Huh Just give them enough rope Just give them enough rope How can I feel myself when I can't even feel my face? I've got more stories to tell But I can't remember time nor place Let's see how the faithful choir sing Just don't, just don't