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)