She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fetalities 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 that makes me...sad
She is everything and more..The solemn hypnotic My Dahlia, bathed in possesion 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 fixeв and crazy..aphid attraction Carve my name in my face..To recognize Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
I wont let this build up inside of me (x4)
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
I won't let this build up inside of me (x4) I won't let this build up inside of me (x4)
She isn't real I can't make her real She isn't real I can't make her real 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