Too late. I was seperating sides . As we try... to tame our tongues Don't beg the question Let's black out the sun and the sky and paint the town red tonight to feel alive We will be kings and queens Your creator blow me away I am your loaded gun Your creator blow me away You are my chosen one Out of your minds; starving this hunger inside Invisible as a light Chasing the rising lines to feel alive Your disease cures me Your creator blow me away I am your loaded gun Your creator blow me away You are my chosen one I was seperating sides Unite Your creator blow me away I am your loaded gun Your created blow em away You are my chosen one