The Chosen

Last night a moth came to my bed

and filled my tired weary head

with horrid tales of you

ican't belive it's true

But then the lamp shade smiled at me,

and 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 wern'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 tellyou? 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 yo? 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'be never met

i've seen your image in a million waking sreams

Your eyes the call to me, "Set me free."

It's not easy being the chosen