Testo Stockholm Syndrome

He says he's a nihilist
Quaking on a mound of slaughtered kings
Sniffing on solvents, solving solutions
On what the future brings

A royalist and a drug user
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 chews his youth
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 vapour choir sing
Just don’t, just don’t