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… (4x)
I'm a slave and I am a master No restraints and unchecked collectors I exist through my needs – to self-oblige She is something in me – that I despise