Too Late

Now he knows the secret but it's too late
Human eyes, built with a hubris design
Picking back over the landfill of man
Freedom's just a word that you don't need to understand

I'm just weaving through
The likes of all of you
I camouflage my stride
And I'm free of any pride

No, I don't know why you'd race into such a futile chase
The mountain is so steep
And I don't know what you'll keep