Too Late Songtext
von Holy Sons

Now he knows the secret but it′s too late
Human eyes filled with the hubris' desire
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 lengths of all the news
I camouflage my stride
And I′m free of any pride
No, I don′t know why you race
Into such a futile chase
No, the mountain is so steep
And I don't know what you keep