Do you ever feel like it's too late to die, that life is a butterfly passing you by, it's a miracle wonderful killing you inside but you can't seem to escape the poison that lies. The poison that's lying to you deep inside, the butterfly venom that leaves you paralyzed, it's a horrible wonderful feeling aside, from the fact that you can't fucking helping but die.
But sometimes I keep on wondering why, this life is a horrible fuckening sigh, the light doesn't blind me but just makes me burn up inside, the poison rushing inside and it's too late to cry, it's too late to cry, there's no life in a wasteland, too late to cry yeah it's too late to cry, and too late to die, and too late to lie and to fly and there's nothing in this world to make this be better, it's all by the by and it's too fucking late to cry, too fucking late, too fucking late.
I wish I even knew what to say. I can't wait any longer. It's too long to wait. I'm bound by my fate. It's a life on the low road, through shitholes and patches of bloody remains of the dreams that I once had but were laid to waste, I hate my own face, it's too late to do everything as time flies me by and there's no stopping now on the road to my destiny, going to hell and destroying the best of me, raging through oceans of sheerest despair and a wishing that something could remain there, in the place where I used to so dearly call home, and the rest of me, spoiled like blasphemy, too late to just kill myself now, but I'm hearing the funeral bell knell. I can't even contain my own hell, this hell, fucking hell, hell is in me, hell is everywhere hell is in you hell is in them, hell is kill hell is a maniac bent on destruction and destroytion and abortion. Hell!!