Too Late, I'm Dead lyrics

Too late I'm dead, reposition, plenty, extraction

Demanding the best psychiatrist, psychic soothsayers (soothsayers)

Analyzing my instincts, you got I all figured out

Too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead, you should have said

I would have hung around a little longer

Too late I'm dead, you should have said

I would have hung around a little longer, too late I'm dead

Fuck everything, everything, everything

How could you love someone with what they've done?

Now

Done everything, everything, everything

How could you love someone with what they've done?

Now

Fuck 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

Too late, I'm dead, I made my bed, you should too

Belong right beside me, the beast is mad, the patient's 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

Fuck everything, everything, everything

How could you love someone with what they've done?

Now

Done everything, everything, everything

How could you love someone with what they've done?

Now

Fuck 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

Too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead

Too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead

Too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead

Too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead

Too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead

Too late I'm dead, too late I'm dead, too late