Compulsions
Every now and then
You feel that fucking itch inside your skin
Like scabies you cannot get rid of
In search for medicine there's nothing you can think of
As your fingers dig deep inside your skin
Your mind plays tricks on you to defeat this distinct
If the time can't recover your pride (no pride)
Defend your weakness or at least try to hide (to hide it)
When the rope seems to snap for you
It's about to know the knot that decides about life or
It's about to know the knot that decides about life or doom
As your fingers dig deep inside your skin
Your mind plays tricks on you to defeat this distinct
As the poison pours down and it's blending in
It is just a matter of time until the liars give in
When the ropes getting tied
There's someone to deny
Better versions of myself are beyond the insights of someone like you
When the ropes getting tied
There's someone to deny
Insecurities dug down beneath
As the earth is thrown out it might be enough to be
The foundation of grief
To build the gallows above me
I never wanted it to stop
But please
Shut the fuck up cut the rope of
You feel that fucking itch inside your skin
Like scabies you cannot get rid of
In search for medicine there's nothing you can think of
As your fingers dig deep inside your skin
Your mind plays tricks on you to defeat this distinct
If the time can't recover your pride (no pride)
Defend your weakness or at least try to hide (to hide it)
When the rope seems to snap for you
It's about to know the knot that decides about life or
It's about to know the knot that decides about life or doom
As your fingers dig deep inside your skin
Your mind plays tricks on you to defeat this distinct
As the poison pours down and it's blending in
It is just a matter of time until the liars give in
When the ropes getting tied
There's someone to deny
Better versions of myself are beyond the insights of someone like you
When the ropes getting tied
There's someone to deny
Insecurities dug down beneath
As the earth is thrown out it might be enough to be
The foundation of grief
To build the gallows above me
I never wanted it to stop
But please
Shut the fuck up cut the rope of
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Writer(s): Fabian Jochum, Tom Hoppelshäuser
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