The Chosen Ones Songtext
von Prototype

Take my remedy
Let me ease the pain
Relieve your suffering
Believe the things you say
Words from your trap
The truth will not portray

Waiting now for skies to clear
Distant and dull
Searching for the grand design
Far and wide, close and here


What is this I see?
Punish the meek
With their own thoughts enslaved
Wrapped around a simple plan
I′ll have you eating from this empty grave

Analyze the universe
Distant and dull
Scrutinize this dismal world
Far and wide, close and here

Here we are, the chosen ones
All we take is your disgrace

Waiting now for skies to clear
Distant and dull
Searching for the grand design
Far and wide, close and here

Here we are, the chosen ones
All we take is your disgrace
Hear the unfamiliar scream
To feed on awesomeness, breed