A Matter of Taste

Open your eyes

To a sharp and sober stream of curiosity

And luminosity

They anaesthetised you

It was touch and go for a little while but you’re free now

'Cause you can see now

That it’s a matter of taste

That salty, sour, bitter, sweet, umami

It’s a matter of taste

So get out of your own way

Get out of your own way, today

We’re floating in space

On a mesomeric, atmospheric entity

Feel the gravity

And this is the place

It could be Heaven, Hell or somewhere in between them

Just don’t demean them

‘Cause it’s a matter of taste

That salty, sour, bitter, sweet, umami

It’s a matter of taste

So get out of your own way

Get out of your own way, today

Now looking back, do you recall?

Just when exactly did the mask become the face?

They hypnotized you and compromised you

But you’re out of the race now

‘Cause it’s a matter of taste

It’s a matter of taste

So get out of your own way

Get out of your own way today

Get out of your own way