The Taste Of Ink Lyrics Meaning. Web the taste of ink is getting old. It's four o' clock in the f*cking morning.
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It's four o' clock in the f*cking morning. Still i can see it coming. Is it worth the can. While i'm standing in the river. Still i can see it coming. Web the taste of ink is getting old. Web the taste of ink term is about frustration, in the music video, bert bites a pen and the ink pours in his mouth. It's four o' clock in the fucking morning. While i'm standing in the river. Web in this sea of lonely the taste of ink is gettin old it's 4 o'clock in the fucking morning each day gets more and more like the last day still i can see it coming, while i'm standing in.
Web is it worth it can you even hear me standing with your spotlight on me not enough to feed the hungry i'm tired and i felt it for awhile now in this sea of lonely the taste of. It's four o' clock in the fucking morning. While i'm standing in the river. Web the taste of ink term is about frustration, in the music video, bert bites a pen and the ink pours in his mouth. Web the taste of ink is getting old it's four o' clock in the f*cking morning each day gets more and more like the last day still i can see it coming while i'm standing in the river drowning. Web in this sea of lonely the taste of ink is gettin old it's 4 o'clock in the fucking morning each day gets more and more like the last day still i can see it coming, while i'm standing in. Web is it worth it can you even hear me standing with your spotlight on me not enough to feed the hungry i'm tired and i felt it for awhile now in this sea of lonely the taste of. Web the taste of ink is getting old it's four o'clock in the fucking morning each day gets more and more like the last day still i can see it coming while i'm standing in the river drowning. Each day gets more and more like the last day. Web is it worth the can you even hear me standing with your spotlight on me not enough to feed the hungry i'm tired and i felt it for awhile now in this sea of lonely the taste of ink is. Still i can see it coming.
