Obsessical from Melotronical by Factory of Dreams

Obsessical

This Mind...
Strange
Irrational
Thoughts
Invade me
Mercifully
Can’t talk them Out
Wanna scream and Shout

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I’m Obsessed by
My own Obsession
It’s my Addiction
My Book of Fiction

I feel like I'm going
Going insane
The Darkness
Assumes Control
Obsess me
Obsessical

This World...
Obsessed with greed
Obsessed with politics
Obsessed with War!
A raising Hell
No one left to Tell

Vanity
Selfishness
A luxury
Soon to be our Tomb
Insanity
Nothingness
A fate
Certain to meet our Doom

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Obsessed with War!
No Parole!
Obsessical!

Obsessical!
Obsessical!


This Universe...
Obsessed with Creation
Life and Death
Its own Reflection
All part of the Game
Never stopping
Driving us Insane
It’s Obsessical
Obsessical

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ChorusII
This Love...
My soul and mind
Are Slaves
Life is No More
Without
Its own Core
Passion, Obsession

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Passion, Obsession
My Fatal Diseases
Passion, Obsession
My Pain Increases

This Ghost...
My Shadow
Attached
To my Mind
Feeding
Me Inside
O.bse.ssi.cal!

I long
For the touch
Shivering moment
The Ghost
Becomes my Host
The shadow vanishes
Obsessical

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