Compulsions Songtext
von Wheelfall

Degrade, dissolve, betray, above all
Distort, deform, misreport their call
Clear off my back, I′ve too much to bear
Keep track of such an affair
I swear I'm not that creep
I didn′t took that peep

Still waters run deep
Altars boys would spit

Your voice lights the void
Bites the sore
You spear a cloud
On the prowl


Defeat, deafen, the ones who stay
Despise, deprive, those who got astray
The windows I look, through
The widows I hook, eyes stuck on your book
The lines get obscured

Your voice lights the void
Bites the sore
You spear a cloud
On the prowl

Degrade
Defeat
Masses through field glasses
Pealed and sealed