Funker Vogt
compulsions reworked
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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
- Album:
- Companion In Crime
- Warzone K17
- Maschine Zeit
- We Came to Kill
- Navigator
- Survivor
- Miscellaneous
- Always and Forever, Volume 1
- Zillo Festival-CD 2010
- Killing Time Again
- Always and Forever, Vol. 1
- Code7477
- T (disc 1)
- T (disc 2)
- Revivor
- Arising Hero
- Always and Forever, Volume 2
- Blutzoll
- New Forms of Electronic Body Music V.1.0
- T