Acrid Tongue - Black Album Demo

What be it for me to tell you
To pack your things and sail south

For me, for me to stand you
Why'd you leave a bad taste in my mouth?

Maybe I could have put that better
But someone has to keep you in your place

Maybe we could have been much closer
But then you always had you own space

When we were much younger
We were dressed in malediction
We would only have looked half as stupid
But we were like some reversed addiction

Reversed addiction