The Chosen

Here they come like a new religion
All shiny black
On the blade of a new deception
No turning back
I get the feeling the message is fading
I get the feeling I just don't care
We're against the wall
We are the chosen people
Another media lie, lie
Up against the wall
We are the broken people
Pull the trigger and fire, fire
Here they come like the reformation
Of winter passed
Keep the flags of the nothing nation
Under powder and glass
They will not get away
There is no other way
There is no way to get ouf of here
Can't get out