The man's a mystery, traveling throughout history
Collecting remnants of the people and their misery
He's traveled sea to grimy sea, to see all that his majesty
Has saddled on the backs of those who cannot even fathom peace
To say the least, he's the host with the most
An ancient ghost that raised his body off the coast
Of denial, and after a while
Even crocodiles couldn't match his smile
Child of prophecy, the doctrines speak
Of a creature neither man nor beast
A phantom feasts upon the damned an meek
And snaps his teeth to the drum of the beat
The proof of defeat lies just under his sneaks
As he runs through the streets from the sirens that creep
Complete, composed, compelling
There's no telling what you'll miss if you're missing what he's telling
Because he's...

The Chosen One, the shows begun
No rest for wicked souls when this soldier comes
He's roamed the globe since this disc has spun
Raised by dragons, that means that fire is his native tongue
Child of the blazing Sun, amazing, young
Top-gun at the summit of Olympus Mons
So, just listen until the needles done
A single crumb of his food for thought feeds your entire planetarium

He's the dynasty's next
Best kept secret since the president's sex
Scandals, a vandal that breaks shit
The invariable anomaly in this matrix
Of fakeness, prepared to take on the throne
Also known as the kid that pulled the sword from the stone
Every poem, written in the ink that he bleeds
No, he never fell in love, love actually fell on He
Who Must Not Be Named, his claim to fame???
A funny walk and a twisted brain
Deoxy-ribonucleic letters
Coagulate to make the state better
The alpha male breeding wisdom and wealth
So naturally, Darwin handpicked him himself
The definition of human evolution
Think you've seen somebody greater, it was just an illusion

The Chosen One, the shows begun
No rest for wicked souls when this soldier comes
He's roamed the globe since this disc has spun
Raised by dragons, that means that fire is his native tongue
Child of the blazing Sun, amazing, young
Top-gun at the summit of Olympus Mons
So, just listen until the needles done
A single crumb of his food for thought feeds your entire planetarium

How can this be???
How can his deeds be so grotesque, yet still he breaths
How can a heathen be so blessed by gods???
Because he's the one that makes your makers head nod
While the angels sing in heavenly chorus
He is the strangest, yet the heavens adore his
Style, it's kind of wild, but excites the crowd
He speaks so proud, while these other lions growl
A silent vow, to uphold the codes
That did mold his soul from the woe
So, do si do, he goes to and fro
Where shall he end??? Not even Destiny knows
So, don't just say that he's been given a gift
Talent ain't given, he's worked his whole life for this
You can't belittle what you can't understand
This man, he crafts Fate with his own two hands

The Chosen One, the shows begun
No rest for wicked souls when this soldier comes
He's roamed the globe since this disc has spun
Raised by dragons, that means that fire is his native tongue
Child of the blazing Sun, amazing, young
Top-gun at the summit of Olympus Mons
So, just listen until the needles done
A single crumb of his food for thought feeds your entire planetarium