{ Depend on nothing / My mother said, 'cause all that loves you will shoot you dead / Tear those eyes out, they'll do no good / shut that red mouth, as mother should, as mother should / Oh mummy dearest, where are you now? He's got my eyeballs, he tore them out / And now I love him I love him true / There's nothing, nothing left for him to do / But kill me slowly / But kill me slowly / But kill me slowly / But kill me now } - Stockholm Syndrome by Nostalghia ^_^,,