'm too posessive, agressive I make a mess of MC's depress 'em, plessin' 'em The West eclipse the rest, suggestions, to the ones in my profession Testin
the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now Is stay close to your families, and all your loved ones Cause this
s a random chance selection, I want the truth Try to ride out the storm, Whilst they'll make you believe, that they are the special ones, (we have not been chosen
there Before life on earth it will disappear We're ready to leave by the darkness Setting our sails to the sun Ready to leave by the darkness Making our self-chosen ones
why you come to sees me' He said "I'm sure you heard of the machine Well we convine conserving this destruction and we've chose you to lead the team
ones in my profession Testin, congestin, the mic doin impressions Souls of Mischief make em all fall in succession If you're pressin luck self destruct
all of the murderin' up, if you gotta bust a cap then aim it up If you religious praise it up, if you gotta get high then blaze it up For the ones who
approachin the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now Is stay close to your families, and all your loved ones Cause
Keep both hands on the wheel And eyes on the prize in sight Pockets are empty like the poisoned minds Of the chosen few who I chose to be left behind The ones
age of reason gone bad morning in between the cold stone ashes fall upon the wretched chosen ones 100 megatons evaporate those chosen vaporize case in
? Will we suffer, the dawn, the dawn of a new age? Tell me why, we have survived. While they have suffered We are the chosen ones and we will never falter
such thing as innocence Slay all the guilty ones Legions of the underworld Obey the words carved in stone Legions of the underworld The chosen one will
fire Prince of hell, black god of a thousand names Lucifer, bringer of light Wisdom through infernal desire Belial, slave to none, the beast of destruction
us driven by His greed holy ground And God's child is his fear The only thing that can him kill are the seven daggers But the seven chosen ones fail
your frame Shallow grave marks the date, Oh'' Babylon the Great Evil virus, be like Cyrus, trample down your gates We''re the ones, the chosen sons Come
throne The knights of the Twilight Zone The gods of the sun! Destruction. Chaos. Creation Destruction. Chaos. Death Destruction. Chaos. Creation Destruction. Chaos. Death We are the chosen ones