They say I'm evil, they say I'm cruel
I say I'm chosen, chosen by you
So I walk down this crooked path
To try and cleanse my dirty hands
I've been enabled with too much power
But I am no son of god, just the chosen one
I am the high priest
Bow down to me
I am the high priest
Bow down to me
This corrupt system, in which you believe
An outdated proverb, that stays concrete
So you speak in twisted tongues
No chance of change for fear of being wrong
I've been enabled with too much power
But I am no son of god, just the chosen one
I am the high priest
Bow down to me
I am the high priest
Bow down to me
I've been enabled with too much power
But I am no son of god, just the chosen one
The chosen one
I am the high priest
Bow down to me
I am the high priest
Bow down to me
