The Chosen Lyrics - The Devil's Bris - 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. 

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.