"Rule #43 - Chosen" lyrics

No, don't just trust the words that I say
Because I'm not a prophet and I'm not a saint
See, I'm out living one hell of a life
Digging these trenches that I call mine

I can see you've been digging yours too
From the scars on your hands, and those broken old boots
But look in your eyes, I know we're the same
That's why you and I both haven't caved

Now that we're broken, we have been chosen
Living our guidance, being the change
Mining in dark pits made us resilient
Forged understanding for who remain

No, don't just trust these tales that I spin
For I'm not your hero, nor the villain
I've been out wandering for how I will spend
The last of my years that I've been gifted

All I can hope is the dents that we've made
Are recalled with reverence for the lives that we've changed
For those we have blessed, and those we have wronged
A drink to the karma of where we belong

Though we've been broken, we have been chosen
Living our guidance, being the change
Mining in dark pits made us resilient
Forged understanding for who remain