STOCKHOLME SYNDROME
Never had the right to remain silent cause everything i write be violent
under-tones of screams and moans over throw the sound track of sirens
break bread with tyrants on Dr. Muro's island
escape deaths fate and hide out in the foot prints of giants
conspiring in silence losing religion and gaining science
thunderous strains of hunger pains like my belly's cryin
dead arms holdin heavy iron.....full moon flesh lust
like the tribe of cannibals that head hunt...slash the iron man till he bled rust
when hand cuffed i head butt, hurt herbs who said much
hoppin ya picket fences when the fuckin led bust
you better hide face like the under cover when the feds rush
opponants leakin red stuff....only feel safe at home
watch ya bitch fall in love with the villan like a case of Stockholme syndrome
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