Moseek – Mr. Benson Lyrics

Uncomfortable taste
You hope, you give peace of mind
Sardonic you would play
You are not a prince with steed

What does it taste like
to be a great coward
You think that it's your strength
Mr. Benson: that's your name

Why?
And then you die
While
It must be late
Why?
If It should arrive
Tell it
Tell it to wait

Uncomfortable taste
You hope, you give spice to life
Sardonic you would play
You steel your mind

What does it taste like
to be ten against one
You think that it's your strength
Mr. Benson: that's your name

Why?
And then you die
While
It must be late
Why?
If It should arrive
Tell it
Tell it to wait

Why?
And then you die
While
It must be late
Why?
If It should arrive
Tell it
Tell it to wait
Tell it
Tell it to wait

Why?
And then you die
While
It must be late
Why?
If It should arrive
Tell it
Tell it to wait
Tell it
Tell it to wait
Tell it
Tell it to wait
Tell it
Tell it to wait