Existence
We are creatures who neglect ourselves
Origin of bitter taste for humanity
What are we left with?
Discomfort, deceit
We've suffered in agony
The distaste I'm left with
Separation of individuality
Take a look in the mirror
See what you are
Accept the past accept right now and move on from me
Don't ever
Don't ever give yourself to anyone
Everybody these days wants to get a taste of me
Sick, sick, sick
You will never meet anyone like me
You will never be like me
At the end of the day
I'm left with this nasty taste
In my mouth
Sick
You all make me sick