Vermillion
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 singer describes a woman who is adorned with symbols of her past tragedies. She appears delicate, but there's something mischievous about her. The two of them are filled with tension and emotion, but it all intensifies when she shows up at night and stays with him.

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)
The singer feels defeated and downcast. He implies that this woman is the root of his sadness.

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 Oh (she's the only one that makes me sad) (Coming alive, she's coming alive)
The woman is described as possessing the singer and being the center of his world. He becomes anxious and full of conflicting emotions in her presence, but he can't wait to be with her forever.

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 consumed by a raw desire for the woman. He finds it challenging to describe what he finds so captivating about her. He compares her to an irresistible and dangerous creature and hints at a self-destructive behavior brought about by his obsession.

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 repetition of the phrase emphasizes the artist's commitment to not allowing his feelings for the woman to consume him completely.

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 feels both beholden to and empowered by his fixation on the woman. It seems to define him to some extent and yet he hates the hold it has over him.

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
In a final twist, the singer realizes that the woman he has been describing is not real. Instead, she is a part of his imagination, a product of his obsession. He longs for her but knows he cannot bring her to life.