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!"