The Chosen

Lyrics
[Intro] 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 lampshade smiled at me It said "believe", It said "believe" I want you to know it's nothing personal [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 never met, I've seen your image in a million waking dreams Your eyes they call to me, "Set me free!" [Verse 2] Did I ever tell you, you look like my mother? She once left me in the supermarket I promised myself that I'll never feel that way again Did I ever tell you, you look like my dear old mother? [Chorus] 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 never met I've seen your image in a million waking dreams Your eyes they call to me "Set me free!" [Bridge] Last night a moth came to my bed Filled my tired and weary head With horrid tales of you I can't believe it I can't believe it's true But then the lampshade smiled at me It said "believe", It said "believe" I want you to know it's nothing personal [Chorus] I hope you understand Why I'm forced to take your life in my hands I want you to know it's nothing personal Though we 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 never met I've seen your image in a million waking dreams Your eyes they call to me "Set me free!" [Outro] 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
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Credits
- Writers
- Aurelio Voltaire
- Gregor Kitzis
- Matthew Goeke
- Grisha Alexiev