Stockholm Syndrome

Do you like me, am I doing a good job, am I doing the right thing, is this enough, signal after signal, I can’t escape it, doing my job, there’s a time and a place, maybe we’re satiated, in another place, where it’s dark, and I'm all alone, my father makes me strip and enters me, thank you daddy, this is home, like a flower opening up, I love you baby, good job.

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Rolling Boulder

I'm growing as a person, each day there's something to learn, by working hard, doing the right thing, and coloring within the lines, I could be avoiding tribulation after tribulation, those who mess around find out, but I'll always be a good girl, daddy, give me a kiss, so gross, you’re making me blush, so many delusions, will I ever find myself out of them, if you could escape Samsara, just pull out my guts, I couldn’t live without it, I love it, my prison, you know what’s outside of this box, another box, just give up, enjoy life, that’s enough.