Taste It (Imaginary Gun)

Taste It (Imaginary Gun) - Misery Loves Co.

Ready to dive,

To taste it

Strain my nerve,

No, I won't lose

Time is right for adjustments,

Bring me more

I will not hesitate,

What you see is what you get

Taste it,

Taste it,

Don't fake it

Fake it

Closer this time,

Your pigskin

Conceal the sky,

With your big lie

Nothing left to f**k up,

Further down

Imaginary gun,

No I won't lose this time

Taste it,

Taste it,

Don't fake it

Taste it

Taste it,

Taste it,

Don't fake it

Fake it

I will not fade,

Makes no sense at all

To apologies,

For something I am not

No God damn relapse,

I'll go for the throat

No God damn relapse,

Though something is lost

Taste it,

Taste it

Taste it

Taste it

Don't fake it

Taste it

Taste it

Taste it

Taste it

Taste it

I will not fade...

I will not fade...

I will not fade...

I will not fade...