Tell me your secrets To give me hope Fighting my demons I've got a monster in my head She is my perfect disease Keeping me locked in hell She lives inside of me Brace yourself This is the end Ill find my way back home again Bring me back from the dead This is the end Ill find my way back home again We are compulsive and we tell the truth In form of a lie We come prepared with the bottle that you drink Till you die This is the end of the road We are falling in our graves This is the end of the road We are falling out of place Ill surface from these depths and break off all these chains Her lies constrict but I can see the light in front of me Her arms keep pulling me down AND STILL I RISE Ill keep on fighting till I take back what is mine We are compulsive and we tell the truth In form of a lie We come prepared with the bottle that you drink Till you die Hell is this life Im leading This life Im leaving Hell is this vile Im drinking Im always needing Hell is the air Im breathing This smoke's diceiving Hell is the only thing that keeps me from succeeding We are compulsive and we tell the truth In form of a lie We come prepared with the bottle that you drink Till you die