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Jesus seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalaties
So fradgile yet so devious
She continues to see it
Climatic hands that press
Her temples in my chest
Enter the night that she came home
Forever

Oh (She's the only one that makes me soar)

She is everytihng and more
The solemn hypnotic
My doll you're bathed in posession
She is home to me

I get neverous, perversed when I see her to 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 soar)

Hard to say waht caught my attention
Vixen crazy, Athen Attraction
Call my name in my face, to recognize
Such a fair amount called, to terrorize

I won't let this build up inside of me

(Yeah!)

I'm a slave, and I am a master
No restraints and, unchecked collectors
I exist throught my name, to self ablige
There is something in me, the darkness finds

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)