The Pittsburgh Syndrome - Soilwork

I woke up that morning

Feeling slightly stressed

Getting in an urge to just bail out

Completely pissed

What did I know?

That night we made our way

Through the darkness

And the shame

Don’t let yourself run away

'Cause we have another

Game to play

That night you

Would make us say

'Fuck all the details

Get on with the show'

It doesn’t matter if

The mind’s at stake

'Cause we had another

Round to make

There was no way

We could fail

Fuck all the details

Get on with the show

The Pittsburgh syndrome!

An hour of destruction

Intoxicated bliss

Moments of sobriety

Would cease to exist

A sudden turn

Would make that city

Burn with souls on fire

Relentless desire

Don’t let yourself run away

'Cause we have another

Game to play

That night you

Would make us say

'Fuck all the details

Get on with the show'

It doesn’t matter if

The mind’s at stake

'Cause we had another

Round to make

There was no way

We could fail

Fuck all the details

Get on with the show

The Pittsburgh syndrome!

Don’t let yourself run away

'Cause we have another

Game to play

That night you

Would make us say

'Fuck all the details

Get on with the show'

It doesn’t matter if

The mind’s at stake

'Cause we had another

Round to make

There was no way

We could fail

Fuck all the details

Get on with the show