She seems dressed in all the ringsÂ? of past fatalities So fragile, yet so devious Â? she continues to see Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest Enter the night that she came home Â? forever OhÂ? She is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic My dahlia, bathed in possession Â? 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 Â? forever OhÂ? she's the only one that makes me sad Hard to say what caught my attention Fixed and crazy Â? aphid attraction Carve my name in my face Â? to recognize Such a pheromone cult to terrorize I won't let this build up inside of meÂ? I'm a slave and I am a master No restraints and unchecked collectors I exist through my need Â? to self-oblige She is something in me Â? that I despise I won't let this build up inside of meÂ? She isn't real Â? I can't make her real