I give you no more words; you take them hostage And bring them back in negative, in stockholm they’re convinced By their captors in the opposite of reason, so twisted They smile at me with logic saying, look, get outta that
You take my simple words far beyond logic And lose their truest meaning, infuse them with your pain You pull them to yourself like a miser with his money And serve them up so pretty, eating cold revenge again
The words they coil around like so many snakes You let your guard fall down, I see oz behind the drapes With one great bound, I am free, and I am running No longer can you say to me, haha get outta that!
