paroles de chanson Pure - Prototype

The stem from eons of strife
Changing intentions
Planning eachother's disdain

Savor my disarray
I must convert you
Be by my side

So pure
Can i believe
So pure

Why can't i ensure their position's vitality
Natural selection
Judge me for all that they stand

Part of the universe
Calling for reason
To all that they can

I've arrested my life
Pursuing this measure
By which all others will gauge

Grades of ability
Render a stature
And gather our minds