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 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...
I'm a slave and I am a master No restraints and, unchecked collectors I exist through my need - to self-oblige She is something in me - that I despise