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]