Текст песни
Every crowd's a feast I never chose to taste.
Every flavor on my lips,
Jealousy is citrus mixed with metal.
Loneliness is salt that never settles; every flavor that they feel becomes the only thing that's real.
Every flavor on my lips,
Jealousy is citrus mixed with metal.
Loneliness is salt that never settles; every flavor that they feel becomes the only thing that's real.