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
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
Holy Sons - Too Late Lyrics
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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
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
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
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
Writer: Emil Amos Snizek
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