Too late!
From the bottom to the top
We dont know what to do
Is it real?
Fell off!
From the heaven to a garden
And the garden grass is made of flames
Devil gets closer by the lies we tell ourselves
Devil gets closer by the innocence faded away
Inside our minds we're lost
But we can find
Only we can save ourselves
From ourselves
Engage the hard arm
But with a friendly hand
Too far
From the zero to the thousand
You cant stop this madness, is it real?
Go down
From the heaven to a garden
And the garden grass is made of flames
Devil gets closer by the lies we tell ourselves
Devil gets closer by the innocence faded away
Inside our minds we're lost
But we can find
Only we can save ourselves
From ourselves
Engage the hard arm
But with a friendly hand
But inside your mind you're lost
But you can find
Only you can save yourself
From yourself
You say the past is passed again
Again
