Too Late

The stone vice
Investigates
The starry night
My latent hates
My silence
That psycho smell
Indebted to
All my latent hells

Stereo life, stereo sea
Stereo mind, stereo me
My vice, my views
My life for you

Come on, it's not like you really think
You could sever the body-link
Too late to break through
Too late to wait for you
Seperate, we hold out for bitter things
And give up more and more
It's too late for me; too late to be free

Intolerant, the secret seed
Embedded wish, my electric deed
Head low, I come to
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