I give you no more words;
you take them hostage
& 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 dow
I see Oz behind the drapes -
with one great bound I am free & I am running.
No longer can you say to me
haha! get outta that!
