The Chosen — текст песни (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.