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 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 wont let this build up inside of me (x4)

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 (x4)
I won't let this build up inside of me (x4)

She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real (she isn't real)
I can't make her real (I can't make her real)
She isn't real (she isn't real)
I can't make her real


THE PERFECT SONG