Текст: Korn. Too Late I'm Dead.

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