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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, 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 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