Guest
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, 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... (x4) I’m a slave and I am a master No restraints and unchecked collectors I exists through my need - To self oblige She is something in me - That I despise I won’t let this build up inside of me... (x8) She isn’t real - I can’t make her real (x4)
