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.
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
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