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)