She seems dressed in all the rings.. of past fatalities
so fragile, yet so devious - she comes 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 gets worse
but the stress is astounding
its now or never...she coming home forever
oh...shes 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 obligue
she is something in me that i despise
i won't let this build up inside of me...
she isn't real - i can't make her real