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's the only one that makes me sad). She is everything and more. The solemn hypnotic. My dahlia bathed in possession. She is home to me. I get nervous preversed. 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 who 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 won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. Yeah!. 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. I won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. I won't let this build up inside of me. She isn't real. I can't make her real. She isn't real. I can't make her real