Stockholm Syndrome

We feel worthless and cheated, exploited and used.
We're addicted to misery and love to get screwed.
Opening our mouths and gargling their piss.
Be grateful and thankful in a market like this.
We've got nowhere else to turn.
Numbing our problems, we black ourselves out.
We celebrate our suffering, we're so fucking proud.
Coughing and bleeding and blinded by debt.
But we're proud of our country and we'll never forget.
We've got nowhere else to turn.
Our struggle, our fight, our fucking escape.