Taste

Even if you’re alone

They’re listening through the phone

Getting up, go to work,

Do your job, don’t disturb

I don’t think I can help

Can’t support myself

They put the finger in your face

And then they tell you to taste

They put the finger in your face

And then they tell you to taste

What goes up must come down

I’m tired of waiting around

Screaming into the void

No one cares about the noise

Nothing matters anyway

They put the finger in your face

And then they tell you to taste

They put the finger in your face

And then they tell you to taste

And I don’t think I can carry on

Can’t make a difference all on my own

And I don’t think I can carry on

Can’t make a difference all on my own

I don’t think I can carry on

I don’t think I can carry on