Stockholm Syndrome Misplaced loyalty Take risks as an art from Lose all liberties. Too much confusion Too much empathy Swinging in ribbons To extremities You had me walking a razor wire Took out a contract on desire Well this must be how vampires kiss, With your hands round my neck I shake like this Three years to wake up Three minutes to suffocate Three seconds to break up Three days to dehydrate Three weeks without food Three words to defend Three sacks of blackmail No feelings at the end You had me walking a razor wire Took out a contract on desire You want promises, here's my best You bit me but I'm not possessed You had me walking a razor wire Took out a contract on desire Well this must be how vampires kiss, With your hands round my throat I shake like this. A flick of the wrist A flick of the wrist A flick of the wrist Feels just like A kiss with a fist... A kiss with a fist... A kiss with a fist... Feels just like A flick of the wrist A flick of the wrist A flick of the wrist You had me walking a razor wire Took out a contract on desire You want promises, here's my best You bit me but I'm not possessed You had me walking a razor wire Took out a contract on desire Well this must be how vampires kiss, With your hands round my throat I shake like this I shake like this I shake like this!