Lyrics The Chosen - Aurelio 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 lamp shade smiled at me
And 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 lamp shade smiled at me
And it said, «Believe,» it said, «believe.»
I want you to know it’s nothing personal
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.»
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.»
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