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]


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