The Pittsburgh Syndrome Lyrics

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
because 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
because 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
because 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
because 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
because 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
because we had another round to make.
There was no way we could fail.
Fuck all the details, get on with the show!