Lyrics The Pittsburgh Syndrome - Soilwork

The Pittsburgh Syndrome

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