Stockholm Syndrome / Extraterrestrial Sludge Lyrics

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