The chosen
Last night a moth came to my bedand filled my tired, weary headwith horrid tales of you, I can't believe it's trueBut then the lampshade smiled at meit said "believe", it said "believe."I want you to know it's nothing personal
First time I had sex, I was threefirst time consenting, was thirteenthough you weren't there, you remind me of those hands
Roses are red, violets are blueif I'm schizophrenic, then I am toowhatever it takes to escape
I hope you understand why I'm forced to take your life in my handsI want you to know, it's nothing personaland though we've never met, I've seen your image in a million waking dreamsyour eyes they call to me "set me free."
Did i ever tell you? You look like my motherShe once left me in a supermarketI promised myself that I'd never feel that way againDid I ever tell you? You look like my dear old mother
I hope you understand why I'm forced to take your life in my handsI want you to know, it's nothing personaland though we've never met, I've seen your image in a million waking dreamsyour eyes they call to me "set me free."
Last night a moth came to my bedand filled my tired, weary headwith horrid tales of you, I can't believe it, I can't believe it's truebut then the lampshade smiled at meit 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 handsI want you to know, it's nothing personaland though we've never met, I've seen your image in a million waking dreamsyour eyes they call to me "set me free."
I hope you understand why I'm forced to take my life in your nameI want you to know, it's nothing all the sameand though we've never met I've seen your image in a million waking dreamsyour eyes they call to me "set me free."
it's not easy being the chosenit's not easy being the chosenit's not easy being the chosenit's not easy being the chosen