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