Too Late

I smell dirt in my dreams, as I imagine the grave

Riding on a steed to collect my soul

Death comes for those who cannot be saved

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The deepest of wounds on my heart are engraved

Now caught in my teeth, as regret takes hold

I smell dirt in my dreams as I imagine the grave

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Demanding forgiveness for sins I enslaved

And a brokenness I can't console

Death comes for those who cannot be saved

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Tearing the flesh, like a madman depraved

With my demons now taking control

I smell dirt in my dreams as I imagine the grave

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No rest for the wicked, with myself to blame

No miracle could make this heart whole

Death comes for those who cannot be saved

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No, my spirit is broken, my soul in decay

A lifelong prisoner, with no chance for parole

I smell dirt in my dreams as I imagine the grave

Death comes for those who cannot be saved