A man with his burning soul has but an hour of breath
To build a ship of truth in which his soul may sail
Sail on a sea of death, but death takes its toll
Of beauty, courage, youth, of all but truth
Of all but truth
Of all but truth
Of all but truth
Of all but truth
A man with his burning soul has but an hour of breath
To build a ship of truth in which his soul may sail
Sail on a sea of death, but death takes its toll
Of beauty, courage, youth, of all but truth
But what is good is an hour of breath when our souls burn bright
And the time has run out, and we don't have the tools
And the seas run dry, and the toll has been taken
Are we've forsaken to run aground and be stripped of the truth
Don't tell me it's too late, why has it become a commonplace
It's become a commonplace, I don't, I don't think we know this
Because we all bleed and we need to take a step back and to look at ourselves
Search the mind to find and combine that to what we feel
To get a true sense of who we are and what is real
Don't tell me it's too late, it's become a commonplace
Don't tell me it's too late, it's become a commonplace
It's become a commonplace, I don't, I don't think we know this
Because we all bleed and we need to take a step back and to look at ourselves
Search the mind to find and combine that to what we feel
To get a true sense of who we are and what is real
Don't tell me it's too late, it's become a commonplace
Don't tell me it's too late, it's become a commonplace
Don't tell me it's too late, it's become a commonplace
Don't tell me, it's become a commonplace
Don't tell me, don't tell me it's too damn late