She seems dressed in all the rings... of past fatalities So fragile, yet so devious - She continues to see Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest Enter the night that she came home - Forever
Oh... She's the only one that makes me sad
She is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic My dahlia, bathed in possession - She is home to me I get nervous, perverse, when I see her, it's worse But the stress is astounding It's now or never, she's coming home - Forever
Oh... She's the only one that makes me sad
Hard to say what caught my attention Fixed and crazy - Aphid attraction Carve my name in my face - To recognize Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
I won't let this build up inside of me... (x4)
I'm a slave and I am a master No restraints and unchecked collectors I exists through my need - To self oblige She is something in me - That I despise
I won't let this build up inside of me... (x8)
She isn't real (She isn't real) I can't make her real (I can't make her real)
She isn't real (She isn't real) I can't make her real