Texty: Voltaire. The Chosen.

last night a moth came to my bed
and filled my tired, weary head
with horrid tales of you, i can't believe it's true
but then the lampshade smiled at me
it said 'believe,' it said 'believe.'
i want you to know it's nothing personal

first time i had sex, i was three
first time consenting, was thirteen
though you weren't there, you remind me of those hands

roses are red, violets are blue
if i'm schizophrenic, then i am too
whatever it takes to escape

i hope you understand why i'm forced to take your life in my hands
i want you to know, it's nothing personal
and though we've never met, i've seen your image in a million waking dreams
your eyes they call to me 'set me free.'

did i ever tell you, you look like my mother
she once left me in a supermarket
i promised myself that i'd never feel that way again
...did i ever tell you, you look like my dear old mother

i hope you understand why i'm forced to take my life in your name
i want you to know, it's nothing all the same
and though we've never met, i've seen your image in a million waking dreams
your eyes they call to me 'set me free.'

last night a moth came to my bed
and filled my tired, weary head
with horrid tales of you, i can't believe it, i can't believe it's true
but then the lampshade smiled at me
it said 'believe,' it said 'believe'
i want you to know, it's nothing personal

hope you understand why i'm forced to take your life in my hands
i want you to know, it's nothing personal
and though we've never met, i've seen your image in a million waking dreams
your eyes they call to me 'set me free.'

hope you understand why i'm forced to take my life in your name
i want you to know, it's nothing all the same
and though we've never met i've seen your image in a million waking dreams
you're eyes they call to me 'set me free.'

it's not easy being the chosen
it's not easy being the chosen
it's not easy being the chosen
it's not easy being the chosen