Caucasian - It's Too Late lyrics

[Hook x2] Feels like a close, it's coming to f** am I gonna do? It's too late to start over This is the only thing I, thing I know [Verse 1] Was nothing more than a dumb child obsessed with Roaming the streets with the young wild and reckless Dared anyone to come around and test his Authority, he's gathering names to compound a checklist Was taught the game and that challenging new contestants Is a way to reach all new levels in his profession Feels as though he can't be held accountable for past transgressions The lasting effects of hard learned lessons lessons with adolescence No one truly reflects un- Til their helpless becoming old and decrepit Or have welts left where the belt hit Discipline is surely lacking In the league of his quarry's faction He could attack them do drastic damage before they even are sure what's happening But can also a**ure that method would yield no satisfaction There's been traction between the factions for 7 pa**ing moons If he had it his way everyone that's clashing will be pa**ing soon Has a hunger for war & destruction and he feeds as the action blooms Grits his teeth, grabs a spoon hoists his knife As his pa**ion looms the fabric of reality as he imagined doing Years ago but happening sooner than he'd considered The blood spill steadily has built up And at this point is about as lengthy as that Egypt river [Hook x2] Feels like a close, it's coming to f** am I gonna do? It's too late to start over This is the only thing I, thing I know [Verse 2] So I lay here in the silence In a state of meditation where space is timeless Feel the vibrance The excitement As I lay here in a bed of violets Thoughts stemming from the violence How do I fight this? I could ride a bike and petal to higher climates or I could run away Run away Yeah I could run away But I'd run for nothing cause I have no dreams to chase Only beasts to face At least i'm graced with the things I can create With a pen or pencil and a heart that's aches I watch the stars fade and I think that's there's a purpose So I dip my pen in blood to write a verse to find out if it's worth it I'm cursed with being nervous An anxious worthless person, at least.. That's what I've heard and concurred from years of hurt But I won't sit and listen I could script my visions maybe get people to listen as my lines scintillate and glisten when they've found appreciation They've been called profound, astounding, inspiring Could be the cause of innovation My mind is full of ideas so how could I stay in a mind that's never vacant let alone vacation so I'm trapped But when the day ends I lay in excitement like I listen to sirens But that excitement happens when I'm sitting in silence [Hook x 3]