Crow's feet are ingrained on my face
And i'm living too late
Try to wash the black off my face, but it's ingrained
And i'm living too late
Sleepless, in-control spleen
Agreed ace family
Must have stump tripod in the genes
I'm immune to things
In my dreams
I saw through the trees
O'er the poison river locks
Talk treacherous would beat
But still my heart it is rock
Finally going through old parasite gate
But there's a 24-hour clock watch
And i'm living too late
Think
Sometimes life is like a new bar
Plastic seats, beer below par
Food with no taste, music grates
I'm living too late
Once talking was my favourite while
But now i know a conversation's end
Before it's done
Maybe i'm living too long
The daylight
I see trouble on the streets
Fearing catastrophe to meet
Walk down the devil's boulevard
But still my heart is hard
They say them cellars [were't even/were evil] black
But i know they're wrong
Think it's one
Been
Living too long
[extra verses on living too long:
Eyes like two tv screens
Continual open
Feel no pain
I live again
I'm super sad sweet sad
Line is cracked
[]
Vision gone
I'm living too long]