מילים לשיר Pure – Prototype

The stem from eons of strife Planning each other's disdain Changing intentions
Savor my disarray I must convert you Be by my side So pure. So pure.
Can I believe? Why can't I ensure Natural selection
Their position's vitality?
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.