The Chosen lyrics

Artist  : Voltaire 
Song : The Chosen



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 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 lamp shade
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 that 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
you image in a million waking dreams. Your eyes
call to me, "Set me free." It's not easy being
the chosen.