Too Late Songtext
von Holy Sons

Now he knows the secret but it′s too late
Human eyes, built with a hubris design
Picking back over the landfill of man
Freedom's just a word that you don′t need to understand


I'm just weaving through
The likes of all of you
I camouflage my stride
And I'm free of any pride

No, I don′t know why you′d race into such a futile chase
The mountain is so steep
And I don't know what you′ll keep