Voltaire - The Chosen | Текст песни

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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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