Woorden: Extrema. Better Mad Than Dead. Too Late.

1st: I felt if i was watching myself
from far away i felt so scared
my head was swimming
but drew my minds somewhere
but it' s the same
my healing power that didn' t fail
somehow familiar to trace
and like the scent of a new place

chorus: you know it' s too late
that it' s too fucking late
it' s much too fucking late
to regret yourself and forget mistakes
c' mon

2nd: i test if necessary i bet
contestant in a new match
i lead this game winning a new aim
and if it' s the same
my healing power that didn' t fail
somehow familiar i embrace
and with the sense of a new flame

chorus special: teaching myself to live is not a crime
is what i learned living with my tribe

3rd: i' ll stay myself with my mistakes
from my past i tried to be someone else
it was only my own test
and if it' s the same
my healing power that didn' t fail
somehow familiar to trace
and like the smell of a new hate

chorus