Stockholm

So defiled
Soul deprived

We are fed these traits by our makers hands
We project the pain that we cannot stand

A horrid soul, a burning dove
A vicious display of love

Your hands hold the leash
Promised I won't ever leave
Twist my thoughts with your persuasion
Lost in stockholm
I need saving

A hostage of the numb
Is this really love?

And my burning desire only grows
Intertwined, now I dispose

Only death will rid your cursed touch and I can't take much more

My dignity is lacerated
Seeking love in desperation
Robbed me of all that is sacred
This is hell

I hope you choke to death for what you did to me
And I will not forget
All that's left are all the scarring images inside my head

And my burning desire only grows
Intertwined, now I dispose

Kept the best of me inside of your hands so I let go
Intertwined, now I dispose