Freudiano

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 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 strees is astoundging
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...
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...
she isn't real - I can't make her real.

Slipknot Subliminal Verses' Vermilion