The Taste That Lingers On Songtext
von Thinking Plague

Feels like round pebbles crashing against teeth
Very sweet taste like over-sugared fruit
The shell melts away and all that is left
Is a gray mass that sticks to the teeth
The insides taste brownish and sweetish
The after-effects are very displeasing
When the taste lingers on
It becomes dull and flat... after a while


The taste that lingers on (and on)
The taste that lingers on (and on)
The taste that lingers on (and on)
The taste that lingers on (and on)

Like over-sugared fruit
Like over-sugared fruit
Like over-sugared fruit

A gray mass that sticks
A gray mass that sticks
A gray mass that sticks

The taste that lingers on (and on)
The taste that lingers on (and on)
The taste that lingers on (and on)


It becomes very dull and flat
Very dull and flat, dull and flat
The taste that lingers on (and