Stockholm Syndrome

A digital dungeon
 Fitted with multiple diversion
 In my very eyes, it stimulates
 Infinite images, vocals flashes
 Creeping and merging, splitting my cortex
 It breeds and finally enters my intuition
 Ghost and specters thus born
 Sucking souls of I as it's host
 Depleting the very last animating force of life
 Rewarding me a dose of orgasmic serenity
 With ultimate discording closure
 Will you
 Will you make it better
 Or leave me broken?
 I'm in need of repair
 Outside this realm, span of time passes
 Enslaved, powerless, I repeat patterns
 Designed uniquely for you and me
 Paradise inside the holographic world
 Devours me
 Will you
 Will you make it better
 Or leave me broken?
 I'm in need of repair
 Will you
 Will you make it better
 Or leave me broken?
 I'm in need of repair
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 A digital dungeon
 Inside the holographic world
 Designed for me
 Designed for me
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 All the silence you are making
 In my dream, I'm fucked up
 But don't let it wither
 Just push me further
 Will you
 Will you make it better
 Or leave me broken?
 I'm in need of repair
 ♪
 Will you
 Will you make it better
 Or leave me broken?
 I'm in need of repair
 (Will you)
 (Will you make it better)
 (Or leave me broken?)
 (I'm in need of repair)