The Chosen

I have risen
From this cold dream
Welcome to a cyber trip inside my world
You will witness my superior technique
And see how I traffic through cyber networks
Do not report malfunctions in my system
And I feel the presence of a burning substance
Victim of mutation song by song
And this pressure exploding my veins

I'm still alive
And with full certainty
That your bench of benches will have full memory
No problem
In perfect condition compared to all its systems
Only melted consoles remain from the brute output of my voice when it loses control
agenda of perfection
And of mathematical equations is the lost voice of the one who speaks of ethics

[CHORUS]
I am the chosen they want me
And I give them nothing
Set me free and I show you fury man and machine

IDON!

Uhhhhhh

IDON!