Luyện nghe bài hát Compulsions

The dreams still and go
Lying on a beach
With in my leg
My weapon is a knife

And there is this golden
A bag of tiny bottles
It's a promise for
The key for my

So I feel, yes I the need
To lock myself up in a
Squirt some morphine my veins
To leave this world for a while

And when I close my
I myself somewhere else
In a built on illusions
Where compulsions are

Out of a I had to use it
Although I never I would
And I was aware
This need was present day

A golden for my soul
Will be injected a syringe
Slowly up my vein
To hit the of myself