Too late I'm dead. Percision, planning. Extracting, demanding. The best psychiatrist. Psychic's, soothesayers (SOOTHESAYERS). Analyzing my instincts. You got it all figured out.
Too late, I'm dead [x2]
You should have said, I would have hung around a little longer. [x2]
Too Late, I'm dead
F*ck EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING! HOW COULD YOU LOVE SOMEONE WITH WHAT THEY'VE DONE NOW! KNOWN EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING! HOW COULD YOU LOVE SOMEONE WITH WHAT THEY'VE DONE NOW! [x2]
Too late, I'm dead. I made my bed. You to, along right beside me. The beast is mad, the patients hanging out. The trees have all burnt to the ground. In this vicinity it's a strange retribution, to be lying here so close to what I despise.
F*ck EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING! HOW COULD YOU LOVE SOMEONE WITH WHAT THEY'VE DONE NOW! KNOWN EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING! HOW COULD YOU LOVE SOMEONE WITH WHAT THEY'VE DONE NOW! [x2]
Too late, I'm dead!(ohhhh,ohhh) [x17]
TOO LATE!
[Thanks to James_Montez20 for adding these lyrics]