Did you see them trough the time?  Did you see them die?  Did you see them laugh in the sun?  Did you see them cry?  Did you hear them calling your name  in your weakest hours?  Or was it empty echo from  your imagination?    Did you believe what they said  trough the chosen ones?  The universal truth,  the answer for everything.  When is is your time to choose  the path to go,  shall it be left or right?  Or do you let them choose (for you)?    How to choose the right throne from the circle above our heads  to bow down? Why I just don't turn my back for them?  Maybe they are the only things that keep us alive.  Maybe they are the only things that keep us die.  Pilars of heaven are falling one by one as we  march into the sin. Laws and morals trampled  in the mud. Backs against the sky. Home is chosen:  it is the cold ground.    So many, many ways to choose.  So many, many ways to choose.  So many, many ways to choose.  And all they takes into the grave.    Did you believe what they said  trough the chosen ones?  The universal truth,  the answer for everything.  When is is your time to choose  the path to go,  shall it be left or right?  Or do you let them choose (for you)?