Testo Taste Of Gasoline

Oh, won't you help me drown? Everything is sentimental
I got a crooked frown and a brand of isolation
It's something evil
But it's nothing to freak you out

We all still feel the same and we live in sleep for days
We love the things we know will leave the taste of gasoline
I guess we're born to die, I could meet you in the middle
I need a quick stop, God, and a brand new medication
It's nothing simple
But we don't need to drag it out

We all still feel the same and we live in sleep for days
We love the things we know will leave the taste of gasoline

We all still feel the same and we live in sleep for days
We love the things we know will leave the taste of gasoline
The taste of gasoline