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 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, [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...

I'm a slave and I am a master 
No restraints and unchecked collectors 
I exist to 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