The Chosen - Aurelio Voltaire

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