Too Late for Everything

Sometimes I hate waking up,

I feel fire in my guts

and deranged cries in my head.

You can pretend what you are not,

but deep down you know what you are

and since that I've been stumbling around.

Now it's to late for everything,

evil comes to me, just let it in.

I can't feel the edges of my being

and all my body is trembling now.

I'm locked in this painfull fate.

Fear begins like something small

but after time starts making noise

now all my world is falling apart.

Now it's to late for everything,

evil comes to me, just let it in.

Now it's to late for everything,

death comes to me, just let it in.