SLIPKNOT-VERMILLION
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 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 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 to 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
