[Music: Adams / Harrington / Kaufmann]
[Lyrics: Esquivel]


Into optic illusions
Try to foresee what is to be
made&Chosen I may be the one

Chosen I just might be the one to
live


I never heard a word they said
But now I see the light shining
Through eyes

It leaves me pacified

Illusions leave me blind

Black is all I see
Formed is a twisted image
That was chosen for me


I never questioned why
I never saw a reason for suicide

Or planned to take my life

The will to live my mind sets free

Into the vast of misery
Tomorrow seems so far away
Illusions of conspiracy


My conscience is my only friend
Learn to live my life in peace

The chosen, I may be the one
To live my life and be set free