Compulsions Lyrics - Survivor - Funker Vogt

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