Stockholm: The Abyssal Metamorphosis(Bloomer - The Antidote)

Cold concrete... a velvet cell... Is this heaven, or is this hell? The basement window lets in no light, But your shadow... your shadow is so bright. Crawling under my skin... The infection begins. A parasite clothed in a lover's skin! I ignore the sirens, I silence the alarms! Finding my salvation in your twisted arms! The chains don't rust, they start to breathe! Tearing the logic right out of me! I am on the brink! The logic starts to sever! Told them I'd escape... but I'll stay here forever! Stockholm Symphony, play my final breath! I fell in love with the architect of my death! Pour the poison down, call it sweet wine, Bind my broken hands, tell me you are mine! The sickness is the cure, the dark is the light, I am blinding myself just to give you sight! I need the antidote... No... give me the poison. BLEGH! DRINK! THE! VENOM! Rotting in the comfort of this beautiful cage! Sanctify! The! Suffering! Falling forever... Into the arms of my sweet captor...