Taste - Engine

I am the one I have to face

All of the things I can’t erase

The past is one to always haunt tomorrow

In my defense I can’t defend

The fact that I have always been

The one to take what’s been given to me

As for desire I’ve seen the face

Of urban want and urban need

I wonder if you need an explanation

Handed all that I could taste

Faced with more than I could face

I’ve had a lot of insecurities

All the things I want

All the things I need

I wanted to pretend that I was wrong

But I had my own thoughts

My own desires

Handed all that I could taste

Faced with more than I could face