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Funker Vogt - Compulsions lyrics
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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