Nostalghia - Stockholm Syndrome

All hail fidgets
I’ve lost my tea
I cannot find it
It’s lost as sea
Poured my soul out
He’s got my spoon
Popped in his glass eye
Feel brand new

Oh Stockholm syndrome
Let’s get a room
My sweetest torture
Don’t die so soon
I lost my fortune
Buried my purse
You know you owe me
For what it’s worth

Depend on nothing
My mother said
Cause all that loves you
Will shoot you dead
Tear those eyes out
They’ll do no good
Shut that red mouth
As mother should

Oh Stockholm syndrome
Let’s get a room
My sweetest torture
Don’t die so soon
I lost my fortune
Buried my purse
You know you owe me
For what it’s worth

For what it's worth
For what it's worth
For what it's worth

Oh mummy dearest
Where are you now?
He’s got my eyeballs
He tore them out
And now I love him
I love him true
There’s nothing left
For him to do

But kill me slowly
But kill me slowly
But kill me slowly