The Chosen Ones کے بول

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 cold 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 cold Scrutinize this dismal world Far and wide Close and here Here we are the chosen ones All we take is your disgrace Your disgrace Waiting now for skies to clear Distant and cold Searching for the grand design Far and wide Close and here Here we are the chosen ones All we take is your disgrace Here the unfamiliar stray To feed on all soulless prey Prey