written by Chris Fehn, Corey Taylor, Craig Jones, James Root, Michael Crahan, Mickael Thomson, Nathan Jordison, Paul Gray, & Sid Wilson
She seems dressed in all the rings,
Of past fatalities,
So fragile yet so devious,
She contines to see.
Climatic hands that press,
Her temples and my chest,
Enter the night that she came home forever.
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.
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.
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,
CARVE MY NAME!
To recognize.
Such a pheremone cult,
PHEREMONE!
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.
I'm a slave,
And I am a master,
No restraints,
And unchecked collectors.
I exist through my need,
I EXIST!
To self-oblige.
She is something in me,
I DESPISE!
I despise.
I won't let this bulid 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.
She isn't real,
I can't make her real.
She isn't real,
I can't make her real.
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