Stockholm syndrome love affair
I've fallen for my captor
Stockholm syndrome love affair
I've fallen for my captor
Paranoia grows
Into fears of growing old
I still feel your eyes
Burning holes in the back of my head
I'll probably die
On the side of the highway
On Interstate 79
Death is the only thing you can really choose
But nobody wants to
Pondering my own existence
I've come to question every instance
Death approaches with persistence
Should I give in or keep resisting
Toss my body in a burning casket
I'm already in hell
Collect your coins
Throw all my wishes in the
Wishes in the well
Reaper in my doorway
You block the light from
Getting in, getting in
Reaper in my doorway
You block the light from
Getting in, getting in
Reap what you sow
Take 'til you make it right
Breathing in all the lies
Makes you feel alright
Take 'til you make it right
Take 'til you make it right
Breathe in all the lies
Makes you feel alright
Take 'til you make it right
Too weak to relieve the need
For truth behind what I believe
Headlights melt my face
As wheels roll out of frame
Out of frame
I'll probably die
On the side of the highway
On Interstate 79
Death is the only thing you can really choose
But nobody wants to
Take it all out of me
Scrambling for relief
Lucid epiphany
Broken symphony
Take it all out of me
(Losing sight of my ambitions)
Scrambling for relief
(Passenger seat self-infliction)
Lucid epiphany
(Losing sight of my ambitions)
Broken symphony
(Passenger seat self-infliction)
Cross your heart
Hope to die
Wish on a star
For something more
Something more
Leaping from the overpass
Waking up on broken glass
Leaping from the overpass
Waking up on broken
Glass
Broken
Glass
Broken
Glass
Broken
Glass