[00:48.15]Too soon
[00:48.30]Too soon
[00:48.45]The angels lifted you
[00:48.93]Far too many have cursed your name
[01:00.00]unaware of the path you’ve paved
[01:03.63]small minds and smaller hearts
[01:12.51]know jack **** about The Lucker Stomp
[01:13.83]Carry on carry on
[01:22.41]Maybe gone but not forgotten
[01:25.17]Pass the torch to light it up
[01:26.43]There’s no time to bleed
[01:32.40]when you only live once
[01:32.91]Lifted is the medicine when God is the drug
[01:52.62]Disengage give up the rage
[02:15.99]rip out the pages
[02:16.35]those thoughts are contagious
[02:16.95]Break away
[02:17.49]keep your head in the clouds
[02:19.11]but don’t forget to pay respect
[02:19.95]to The Black Crown
[02:20.31]For the families who mourn our king
[02:20.97]Rest in peace and harmony (we sing)
[02:27.12]Too soon
[02:27.30]Too soon
[02:27.45]The angels lifted you
[02:27.93]Doesn’t matter if it maybe goes unanswered
[02:29.25]Think about it is it the sky that’s cancer?
[02:31.29]Hands of the clock are the hands of the killer
[02:45.12]and they cease to exist when you pity a coward
[03:05.43]When its me you know I spit it right back at you
[03:08.85]step inside a photograph, destruction of a statue
[03:09.93]Eyes sewn shut to the weight of the world
[03:12.93]Does the green monster even carry any value

Too soon
Too soon
The angels lifted you
Far too many have cursed your name
unaware of the path you’ve paved
small minds and smaller hearts
know jack **** about The Lucker Stomp
Carry on carry on
Maybe gone but not forgotten
Pass the torch to light it up
There’s no time to bleed
when you only live once
Lifted is the medicine when God is the drug
Disengage give up the rage
rip out the pages
those thoughts are contagious
Break away
keep your head in the clouds
but don’t forget to pay respect
to The Black Crown
For the families who mourn our king
Rest in peace and harmony (we sing)
Too soon
Too soon
The angels lifted you
Doesn’t matter if it maybe goes unanswered
Think about it is it the sky that’s cancer?
Hands of the clock are the hands of the killer
and they cease to exist when you pity a coward
When its me you know I spit it right back at you
step inside a photograph, destruction of a statue
Eyes sewn shut to the weight of the world
Does the green monster even carry any value