You, you don't ever wanna think it's ever you.   You don't have a problem; you don't have a clue.   Did you ever think that you just might be wrong?   Hey, it's not your problem. Hey, we'll hold our tongues.      Find another way to lay this thing to waste.   So sour is your taste.      And you know that you're the victim. You're the one who's wronged.   Nevermind the problems that you've done.   Done them to your lovers, done them to your friends.   Done them to your parents, this thing you have to end.      Find another way to lay this thing to waste.   So sour is your taste.      So far, the question isn't whether, the question is just when   Time never matters, you will just begin.   The ending I can see now, though it's not for you.   My misery is ending with something else to do.      Find another way to lay this thing to waste.   So sour is your taste.