Lyric Living Too Late

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]