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