Voices (UK) - The f**trance lyrics

This is the final Final portrait Of the artist No integrity left Or forgiveness Dependant on the value She bestows on the ego The poison reflects The ultimate narcissist When the taste of wine has gone Narcissist We drink dead waters When there are no more words left to say Only aching terrified sobs Terrified sobs I still taste you On my lips And on my fingers The taste of you inside It was but yesterday we met in dreams