Paroles de Compulsions

Funker Vogt

pochette album Compulsions
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Date de parution : 22/10/2002

Durée : 0:05:37

Style : Electronic



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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
It's 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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