Funker Vogt - Compulsions
The Dreams Still Come And Go
Lying Wounded On A Beach
With Shrapnel In My Leg
My Only Weapon Is A Knife
And There Is This Golden Fluid
A Bag Full Of Tiny Bottles
Its A Promise For Relief
The Key For My Survival
So I Feel, Yes I Feel The Need
To Lock Myself Up In A Room
Squirt Some Morphine Into My Veins
To Leave This Cruel World For A While
And When I Close My Eyes
I Find Myself Somewhere Else
In A World Built On Illusions
Where Compulsions Are Expelled
Out Of A Need I Had To Use It
Although I Never Thought I Would
And Before I Was Aware
This Need Was Present Every Day
A Golden Mirror For My Soul
Will Be Injected Through A Syringe
Slowly Creeping Up My Vein
To Hit The Center Of Myself
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