Too Late

There's a reason for the madness. There's a reason why We're all falling down. Let us think about the action Tha keeps our fingers pinched White with desire. Were we born to live, Were we born to die? Why do we ground ourselves when we know That we can fly? Fly, fly, fly! Do we have faith or do we live in doubt? Do we stick with it Or do we pull out? As we walk along the long rows We can find in them The things we hate most. We won't win if we keep lookin' back. What's done is done The past won't be undone. Everyone Keep the faith, Subdue you hate Before its too late. (Repeat Verse 1) Everyone Keep the faith, Subdue your hate Before its too late.