Exile - Soilwork

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:

"F**k all the details get on with the show"

Cause we have another game to play

That night you would make us say:

"F**k 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

F**k 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:

"F**k all the details get on with the show"

It doesn't matter if the mind's at stake

Cause we had another round to maker

There was no way we could fail

F**k all the details get on with the show

The Pittsburgh Syndrome

Don't let yourself run away

Cause we had another game to play

That night you would make us say:

F**k 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

F**k all the details get on with the show