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, [bad word] 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

I won't let this build up inside of me (8x)

She isn't real – I can't make her real (4x)