home with special food for my spirit My presence will pass into eternity We'll never be younger than today Tomorrow's yesterday, it's never too late
could be so bad [Verse 1:] Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders Everything around me closing in, it starts to grow colder It's like I'
again? You say it's bullshit and tell me that it's all pretend But if it's false, then why don't the demons just disappear? And if it's untrue, then why
Our limits of the infinite have never been defined Spirit lies in atrophy in a state too late to unwind Trophies on the back shelf procreating all our
Golden Tears Form from my eyes, The blast of sand on my face Marks the beginning of my punishment. But now it is too late to regret. Wandering the
save me? I can't die Boo-Boo's 'bout to have my baby I think it's too late for prayin', hold up A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin' "Bring
life would end up like this? I never even got the chance To see her face or to touch her hair And now it's too late I didn't mean to hurt her Not hurt
[Lyrics : RMS Hreidmarr / April 1999] I will die tonite for the second time I must die tonite I could taste the wine, but it's too late I'll burn with
All night I hear you scream Death, death in my veins Hate, hate, your feeling of the hate You've to self escape from Before it's all too late Death,
THE MARTYR OF MANKIND, MERLIN VOWS THAT AYREON'S WORD WILL BE SPREAD IN THE 20TH CENTURY, IN THE HOPE THAT IT WILL NOT BE TOO LATE AND THAT MAN WILL HEED
really tell you to come home 'Cause it's getting late and your dinner's getting cold I like simple songs with pretty words I tried poetry but it's just
Comed this far it is too late And He calls my name First a whispering then louder And he wants me to follow And to Enter the Eternal Fire... I walk this
to me, I can't deny It's your night world Places I've never known All of the wonders lay before me I pray this heaven never stops It's your night world
as mistakes // But it?s a byproduct of the ghetto music we make // From an extroverted point of view, I think it?s too late // Hip-Hop has never been
I used to write and you'd never write back I'd call on my card and you'd call me collect You never bought gifts and you never left tips But it's never too late
offering - let it be done! So alone... in my bleak eternity So alone... I must find serenity. It's the end of all their dreams They never heard their
Of The Hell In Which I Entice In My Infernal World All Wealth You've Sacrificed The Clay Has Formed - It's Too Late To Meditate & Exorcise... (III. Along