The Taste کے بول

The will (Kills) While you ( don't taste) the act (fills) but seems (the same) Anxiety feeds intolerance when hunger feels alone again Don't mistake my human needs with love Don't remember things that brings me blame "Don't come to me with a price..what I have in my hands is for free" We Need to stop with this I Need to stop with this And things that you can't control when you are low, when you are sick pour out from your head, painting silence with a whisper The act isn't quimical yet and the sex turns again in a lonely pleasure "If someday this walls can say what they saw...i know they will fall"