Текст песни The Pittsburgh Syndrome

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 [Chorus:] Don't let yourself run away Cause we have another game to play That night you would make us say: "Fuck 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 Fuck 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 [Chorus:] Don't let yourself run away Cause we have another game to play That night you would make us say: "Fuck 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 Fuck all the details, get on with the show The Pittsburgh Syndrome! [Solo] [Chorus:] Don't let yourself run away Cause we had another game to play That night you would make us say: Fuck 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 Fuck all the details, get on with the show