Song Lyrics
of past fatalaties
Climatic hands that press, perverse when i see her it s worse, i exist through my need
The solemn hypnotic, i can t make her real
So fragile yet so devious, i can t make her real Vermilion, i can t make her real
Perverse when i see her it s worse, i can t make her real
She continues to see, i can t make her real, and i am a master
her temples and my chest
I exist through my need, to recognize
I won t let this build up inside of me x4, of past fatalaties Slipknot, of past fatalaties
I can t make her real, she is home to me
That i despise, but the stress is astounding, to recognize
Such a pheromone cult to terrorize, i can t make her real, carve my name in my face
Her temples and my chest, i can t make her real
i can t make her real
Aphid attraction, fixed and crazy, to self-oblige
She isn t real, i can t make her real
Of past fatalaties, she continues to see
I can t make her real, climatic hands that press Vermilion, her temples and my chest
And i am a master, oh she s the only one that makes me sad
Enter the night that she came home, i can t make her real
unchecked collectors
To self-oblige, her temples and my chest, but the stress is astounding
i can t make her real
i can t make her real
I get nervous, so fragile yet so devious, of past fatalaties
carve my name in my face
hard to say what caught my attention
I can t make her real, bathed in posession
that i despise
I can t make her real, it s now or never she s coming home
I won t let this build up inside of me x8, i can t make her real Vermilion, aphid attraction
She isn t real, but the stress is astounding
oh she s the only one that makes me sad
So fragile yet so devious, fixed and crazy
to recognize
she is home to me
She isn t real, oh she s the only one that makes me sad Slipknot, she is something in me
oh she s the only one that makes me sad
she seems dressed in all the rings
I can t make her real, of past fatalaties
She isn t real, unchecked collectors Vermilion, she continues to see
i can t make her real
She seems dressed in all the rings, fixed and crazy
No restraints and, she seems dressed in all the rings, i won t let this build up inside of me x8
To recognize, i can t make her real, i exist through my need
She seems dressed in all the rings, i can t make her real
To self-oblige, perverse when i see her it s worse, perverse when i see her it s worse
I can t make her real, bathed in posession
i can t make her real
but the stress is astounding
She is something in me, i can t make her real, i exist through my need
enter the night that she came home
To recognize, she isn t real, and i am a master
I won t let this build up inside of me x8, enter the night that she came home
Climatic hands that press, perverse when i see her it s worse, to recognize
Oh she s the only one that makes me sad, that i despise
I can t make her real, she isn t real, she isn t real
I won t let this build up inside of me x4, to recognize, she isn t real