It's Too Late.

Loop, loop, loop the thread

Tie it up around your head

Squeeze real tight until you’re dead

Not breathing, not seeing, no words being said

Spin, spin, spin the wheel

Recognize what’s fake, what’s real

Try your hardest to see the appeal

If you live tomorrow…eat one more meal

Cut, cut, cut your skin

You know this is a war you cannot win

Your blood dries slow: your last worldly sin

Want to forget the pain you’ve been in

Soak, soak, soak up the tears

All your mistakes, all your worst fears

Believe in yourself, unit appears

You’ve lost who you are, and the smoke clears

Make, make, make the right choice

Don’t be distracted by the background noise

As you close your eyes, and hear your last voice

You see Satan laugh as he starts to rejoice

No, no, you’ve made a mistake

You want to change your mind; rearrange your fate

Your last vision is God closing the gate

And in your heart, you know it’s too late.