Deep inside a vision of the prophecy unsung
A chance to pull this off, a chance to pull this off
When I was young I held the gun I aimed without a cause
My friends began a revolution against the Chosen One
The planets were aligning on a microscopic scale
Our theory would not fail, a chance to pull this off
Our dreams became eternal at the dawn of Microsoft
We rejected every lesson to embrace what would become

No revolution for the Chosen Children of '95
No chances to revive, no battles to survive
No prophecy presented, no matter how hard they try
No revolution for the Chosen Children of '95

I saw a path that they chose so long ago
I aged til I was old, my body cold and wrong
My phone courage dismantled as I lost what I had won
For the revolution of the Chosen Children can not die

No revolution for the Chosen Children of '95
No chances to revive, no battles to survive
No prophecy presented, no matter how hard they try
No revolution for the Chosen Children of '95

No revolution for the Chosen Children of '95
No chances to revive, no battles to survive
No prophecy presented, no matter how hard they try
No revolution for the Chosen Children of '95