Diatribe - The Son текст песни

Take me to your leader
Send him greetings from his son
We'll be leaving here forever
'Cause I am the chosen one

Where are all the children
Singing songs of my fall?
I listen, but I can't hear them
Come as one or don't come at all

The final thoughts of chaos
You are too weak to prove me wrong
Unless they find a new solution
Sick the weak upon the strong