Echobelly – Tast
Like a slap in the face,
Let the vain do what they do,
Did you laugh at my innocence.
Custom made but gone astray,
Erase you with a pencilhead,
I’m bulletproof now I hide,
But somehow i was happy then,
do you know, how lost, how lost, how lost,
Was your weakness, momentary,
Your devotion, temporary.
It’s a question of taste, like a slap in the face,
It’s a question of taste, let the vain do,
What they do, did you laugh at my innocence.
I don’t want to live forever, I just want some… ohohohoh