Stockholm Syndrome Lyrics

I'm more cortisol than man

Holding tightly to the vine

Feeling the blood drip from behind

I turned and asked my soul

"How?"

She said

"Don't loose yourself

You know

That anger will have the final word"

"Don't loose yourself

You know

Nothing is worth the war"

Reluctant to the see condition

Of me and every human I touch

Broken, decrepit, grasping

Pistols cocked at blatant mirrors

Growth?

She said

"Don't loose yourself

You know

That anger will have the final word"

"Don't loose yourself

You know

Nothing is worth the war"

No one is able to step over

And leave the bodies behind in the mist

Rodion, you can try to convince us

That you had the right

But the wars we rage

Will always haunt us

She said "don't"