Stockholm Syndrome - Milburn

Stockholm Syndrome - Milburn
Written by：Joe Carnall/Tom Rowley/Joe Green/Louis Carnall
Welcome to the world of fake reality
Where you can never believe
What you hear or believe what you see
It's like the colosseum of the annual games
With the roman emperor being entertained
A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate
A flick of the wrists that will seal your fate
A flick of the wrist and you've through
And there's no telling what they might do
Now they're captured your soul
Oh you've under control
They're captured your soul
And they won't give it back 'till you plead
Setting agendas and fashions which must be obeyed
You must obey it you must obey it
With their stories and lies
They decide the way you've portrayed
You only see what they want you to see and nothing else
You only see what they want you to see and nothing else
A flick of the wrist and you're through
And there's no telling what they might do
Now they're captured your soul
Oh your under control
They're captured your soul
And they won't give it back 'till you plead
Nothing ever happens
So why are you watching
They want have never happens
So why are you watching
They're nothing ever happens
So why are you watching
No nothing ever happens
So why are you watching
They're captured your soul
And they won't give it back
No they won't give it back
No they won't give it back