Лирика - Vol. 3: (The Subliminal Verses) - 08-Vermilion

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)