Did you see them trough the time?
Did you see them die?
Did you see them laugh in the sun?
Did you see them cry?
Did you hear them calling your name
In your weakest hours?
Or was it empty echo from
Your imagination?
Did you believe what they said
Trough the chosen ones?
The universal truth
The answer for everything
When is is your time to choose
The path to go
Shall it be left or right?
Or do you let them choose (for you)?
How to choose the right throne from the circle above our heads
To bow down? Why I just don't turn my back for them?
Maybe they are the only things that keep us alive
Maybe they are the only things that keep us die
Pilars of heaven are falling one by one as we
March into the sin. Laws and morals trampled
In the mud. Backs against the sky. Home is chosen:
It is the cold ground
So many, many ways to choose
So many, many ways to choose
So many, many ways to choose
And all they takes into the grave
Did you believe what they said
Trough the chosen ones?
The universal truth
The answer for everything
When is is your time to choose
The path to go
Shall it be left or right?
Or do you let them choose (for you)?