It's too late now to help yourself.
Time for the Maker to help himself.

Foolish man with days to live.
Waste not your time.
It's way too late to save your soul in time.
You're far too old your soul to find.
You've wrecked your head,
And blown your mind.
It's too late to find your music soul.

It's too late now to help yourself.
Time for the Maker to help himself.

In younger men you watch yourself
Destroy themselves like you.
It's way too late to save their lives in time.
You're far too old, their souls to find.
You've wrecked you head,
And blown your mind.
It's too late to find your music soul.

It's too late now to help yourself.
Time for the Maker to help himself.

It's too late to find your music soul.

PART V - THE REAPER

Senses dead, the time has come
To stop and dwell on ruined time
Wasted wars and selfish pride
Leaving tastes of music wine
Searching for the reapers hand
Lead him from his suicide
Please, is there a Promised Land.

Let me guide your journey long
Leave them while they mourn
We will journey back in time
And you will be reborn
From you I shall take your music
Place it back on earth
You shall witness long its voyage
A music soul rebirth.

Did you see the graves today
With weeds all overgrown
Wilting plants, like man to dust
Nowhere life is sown.

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