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 [bad word] 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 , 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 the 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 [bad word] But then the lamp shade smiled at me
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 the call to me
Set me free.

It's not easy being the chosen
It's not easy being the chosen