Stockholm Syndrome (with audio)

 
Audio:  
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We've got fistfuls of misery.. Pistols and split-skulls, insults to injury,     
Our history was bullshit.. Blissful ignorance, sinful synergy,     
So criminal.. How this shit's pulled is a mystery.. Actually, it's not,     
Minimal imagery and tragedy took casualties to plot..     
Actively, it watches us.. Integral to victory, the faculty was shocked,     
Went from miserable to sympathy, then rapidly.. it stopped..     
No coverage on the news, or this supplemental government,     
A fundamental covenant is troublesome to some,     
But for others, not so cumbersome a punishment to come..     
It only proves just how troubled we've become..     
If the short of it's God failed, break ties and call it off,     
Ordering cocktails.. Make mine a Molotov..     
All is lost, I take it the lines have all been crossed,     
Take your time.. I'm just saving mine for the holocaust,     
Co-conspirators.. Civil disobedience,     
Shifted our focus here, because a system's only lenience,     
Is living astray.. It's our right to assemble,     
But our right to free-speech was given away,     
With a life on rental.. Fight to keep peace from hitting the fray,     
You'll be the envy of kings.. Any means justifies the end,     
But our legacy is everything, it must defy a trend-     
Setting emptiness, a tendency we trust and try to mend..  
While never lending a thing.. Anything so cut and dry will undermine again,     
By my calculation.. Amalgamation of my decisions,     
Having palpitations, the validation of my existence sent me to sing..     
I've just never had the voice.. Tried to reach you anyway, I've never had a choice,     
'Til The populace acknowledges it's got no victims..     
What it's got is hostages and Stockholm Syndrome.       
     
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