Living Too Long

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
 A green must have in the genes
 I'm immune to things
 In my dreams
 I saw through the trees
 O'er the poison river locks
 Fork 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'm no conversationeer
 The thrill is 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 the were't even black
 But I know they're wrong
 Think it's one