Lyrics:
I got money on my mind all day yea
I can't let nobody step up in my way
Chosen one in my city
Do whatever just to get it
I do whatever just
And the music flowed
And my chosen road grew wider everyday
Till the highs got low and the will said no
I can't go on that way
Can't go that way, can't go that
flying bomb
Goes 'round acting like the chosen one
Excuse us if we treat him like our idiot cousin
He hangs up flowers and bells and rhymes
Hoping to hell
to 3301 Waverly drive
The chosen few are gonna arrive
10050 Cielo drive
The pigs are gonna taste the knife
When the chosen few arrive
No-one's gonna
The Lowlands of Holland
The love that I have chosen was to my heart's content.
The salt sea shall be frozen before that I repent.
Repent it I shall
the leeches begin to
suck away the lust for life
Escape takes lead
into a world unknown uncontrolled by all
where borders are erased and potential infinite
me sick
And I can't get out
Out the window there's a view
Grassy hills and flowers too
Lovers of the chosen few
So maybe me and you
An old
Self destructive force
Contaminates the mind
Visions of one's own demise
To be fulfilled satisfied
The path was chosen
Meticulously
Apocalyptic
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 1 Peter 3:15, 2 Timothy 4:2
Enough of the sidelines, gotta get in the game
When nothing is ventured, nothing
off to the side (whoa, shit)
Oh say can you see a hundred dead bodies in the street?
By the dawn's early light, double Sprite, and a R.I.p. Tee
So
strange
Blood on the walls
You stand alone satisfied
I'll wake the silence in you
I'll shoot the violence through you
Terrified by the thought
To the power of one!
Each of us is chosen
There's a mission just for you
Just look inside
You'll be surprised
What you can do
The power of one!
Begins
sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He who is chosen by she
Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He, who is chosen by she
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so
home
Oh my father's son
New reborn as the chosen one
Now he kneels at your feet
Oh, I pledge my life
All I am to be by your side
Come and take me
painted door
I shall pass so let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written so let it be done
To kill the first
Baptized by blood
Child in the night
Initiated in the circle of darkness
Crowned by pride
Son of evil power
Awaited born
Unholy chosen one
Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
This rhythmatic explosion is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain
seek and I find
You never turn from me
Not by flesh but
By Your Spirit
I rejoice
You are calling me
You have chosen me
I rejoice
You have delivered me
thoughts by the ocean
I remember moving it blind & now I'm fully awoken
The chosen one
The chosen one
The chosen one
The chosen one
I was born for this
it by dawn
Cross the Brazos at Waco
I'm safe when I reach San Antone
He glanced back over his shoulder
The possee was nowhere in sight
He'd sent for
And so you and I
We watch our years go by
We watch our sweet dreams fly
Far away, but maybe someday
I don't know when
But we will dream again
And we'll be
Gathered for the execution
Brutal murders one by one begin
Dissected for incineration
Chosen for annihilation
Never to be seen or heard
Now just
can let it all pass me by
Or I can get down and try
Work it all out this lifetime, lifetime
There was a time when love wasn't chosen
Now I'm just
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