Voltaire The Chosen Lyrics

The Chosen Lyrics

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.