Aftertaste

This is the everlasting.
Still life from angry heads.
For you to always let me down again.
Cold blue in automation.
Grave dancers on our beds.
Breaking pieces of ourselves again.

And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end.
And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.

This is our saddest day, the worst things yet to come,
Screaming at the top of your lungs
You were the one to take it.
The new young residents,
It’s not the centre of our universe.

And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end.
And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.

For the end, drive me dead.
For the end, drive me dead.

Drive me dead.

This is our saddest day, the worst things yet to come,
Screaming at the top of your lungs.

And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end.
And the aftertaste, no deposit at the door,
Drive me dead, waiting for the end to come.