Stockholm Syndrome

No sir no sir, I won’t tell anyone. Yes sir yes sir,

I’ll keep my mouth shut as long as you want to.

I’d learn to dance to hide my funny walk and

Tan my skin to hide the rewards and punishments.

Yes sir yes sir, I’ll serve you loyally. No sir no sir,

I won’t ask for a medic even if it harms my pride.

I’d eat strawberries so my screams sound like songs

And break my vertebrae so I don’t gag when you care.

No sir no sir, I won’t leave you alone. Yes sir yes sir,

I‘d kneel and get the bruises on my knees for you.

I know you’re harsh on me because I know your truth

But I still stay, probably for satan is better than false god.

Yes sir yes sir, I’m the one to blame for all. Yes sir yes sir.