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

I won't let this build up inside of me…

She isn't real – I can't make her real