The Eleventh Hour

F.A.T.E.

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I know its getting late
But i feel i need to explain
All the laughter and the lies
Cant stay the fear or hide the pain

Somewhere along the way
We exchanged our dreams for selfish pride
There was a common goal
But somehow that vision has died

Is it so hard to understand
The facts that you ignore
Weve grown tired of trying
Wasting our time criticizing
And nothings easy anymore

Is it too late to understand
The writing thats on the walls
While we watch time slip through our hands
Were deaf to our own demands
When the eleventh hour calls

I know its getting late
But i feel i need to explain