Lyrics:

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