Текст песни The Fuck Trance - Voices

This is the final
Final portrait
Of the artist
No integrity left
Or forgiveness
Dependant on the value
She bestows on the ego
The poison reflects
The ultimate narcissist
When the taste of wine has gone
Narcissist
We drink dead waters
When there are no more words left to say
Only aching terrified sobs
Terrified sobs
I still taste you
On my lips
And on my fingers
The taste of you inside
It was but yesterday we met in dreams