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 lampshade 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?
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 never met
I've seen your image in a million waking dreams
Your eyes, they call to me, set me free

Last night a moth came to my bed
And fill my tired, 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

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
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

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