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

A digital dungeon
Inside the holographic world
Designed for me
Designed for me

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)