Vermilion
Slipknot Lyrics

She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fragile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press Her temples and my chest Enter the night that she came home Forever
The woman referenced in the song is adorned with reminders of past tragedies; despite her delicate appearance, she possesses a cunning and calculating nature. The hands that surround her and cause tension are preparing for the night she returns home to stay.

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)
The singer's overwhelming emotional connection with the woman causes him to feel deep sadness at her absence.

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 stress is astounding It's now or never she's coming home Forever
The woman holds a mysterious allure that the singer finds entrancing, but this attraction also makes him feel anxious and uneasy. He sees her as his home and feels that it is imperative for her to return to him permanently.

Oh (she's the only one that makes me sad) (Coming alive, she's coming alive)
The woman's return brings life and energy back into the artist's world. However, he still feels a deep sadness when she is gone.

Hard to say what caught my attention Vixen crazy, aphid attraction Carve my name in my face to recognize Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
The artist is unable to pinpoint exactly what drew him to the woman, but her alluring and wild nature captivates him. He even goes so far as to etch his own name into his own face as a reminder of her control over him.

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 Yeah!
The singer is determined not to allow his intense feelings for the woman to consume him and will do whatever it takes to keep himself under control.

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
The singer acknowledges that he is both enslaved and in control of his own desires. He exists in a perpetual state of self-gratification and recognizes that the woman is a part of him that he is not fully comfortable with or proud of.

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
The artist ultimately comes to terms with the fact that the woman is just a figment of his imagination and is unable to bring her into reality.