Taste me, know you can't hurt me more.
It's about time words take me for the one
driving soul search trough hell, instead of burning attention.
Left in the lies I worked so hard to protect you from.
Well, then again, just play me.
Take once more
endeavor to stay off the charts.
Claim freed utopia
condemned by guilty comeback.
Everything's heaven fine
say it, all the walls are stained red.
All the stories you bought on second hand stores,
make so much more sense now.
And that sweet taste revenge used to have,
turned its cheek for just cause.