Songtext von Too Late to Be Born

This is my word Against my own thought This is my style Which I don't like This is my hell The devil's it is This is my song Or listener's is This is my choice Or yours it is This is my life Or voodoo's of me On my bookshelf Unfinished books Who am I now? Where is the truth? Part of the crowd Team or a couple Where do 'I' stop? Where do 'we' start? What am I now Me, or another? Where do I find Authentic I? This is my luck I failed at its core I saw a knight But he turned a girl I have a plan But it has no chance My tale has an end But where do I stand? This is my place I lose myself here This is my grace Decayed as it is I am too tired I can do it all I will be fired Too late to be born Part of the crowd Team or a couple? Where do 'I' stop? Where do 'we' start? What am I now Me, or another? In flames, I find Authentic I