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
F*ck 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
F*ck 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
F*ck 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
F*ck 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
Too Late I'm Dead Video (MV)
Performed By: Korn
Written by: Atticus Ross, David Randall Silveria, Graham Edwards, James Christian Shaffer, Jonathan Howsman Davis, Lauren Christy, Reginald Arvizu, Scott Spock
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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
F*ck 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
F*ck 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
F*ck 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
F*ck 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
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
F*ck 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
F*ck 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
F*ck 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
F*ck 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
Writer: Atticus Ross, David Randall Silveria, Graham Edwards, James Christian Shaffer, Jonathan Howsman Davis, Lauren Christy, Reginald Arvizu, Scott Spock
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.