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Milburn - Stockholm Syndrome lyrics
Welcome, to the world of fake reality Where you can never believe what you hear or believe what you see It’s like the coliseum of the annual games With the Roman Emperor being entertained A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate A flick of the wrist and you’re through And there’s no telling what they might do Now they’ve captured your soul Oh you’re under control They’ve captured your soul And they won’t give it back ’till you plead Setting agendas and fashions which must be obeyed (You must obey it, you must obey it) With their stories and lies they decide, the way you’re portrayed You only see what they want you to see and nothing else You only see what they want you to see and nothing else A flick of the wrist and you’ve through And there’s no telling what they might do Now they’ve captured your soul Oh your under control They’ve captured your soul And they won’t give it back ’till you plead Nothing ever happens So why are you watching? X3 No, nothing ever happens So why are you watching!? They’ve captured your soul And they won’t give it back No they won’t give it back No they won’t give it back. |
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