Paroles de Compulsive

sing me to sleep unfounded sense of security then stab me from behind. see past the smile, you're running away from the finish line, and tripped on your own lies. with grace on all and hints of pleasure on occasions but could it be that other's trials become my cup of tea? oh please it's just a part of me those bastard needs to be so fucking compulsive laugh at denial your anti confrontational ploys you're blinkered from both sides see past the smile you're running away from the finish line and choked on your own lies