Voodoo Doll - Matt Jaffe

Angels are flying everywhere she goes

Let’s let the light in, this chapter has to close

An iron mask, a cattle prod, if I ask, she’ll make me God

A velvet voice will speak in tongues like radium inside your lungs

She has got my voodoo doll, she’ll throw it off a waterfall

It’s the only way she knows at all to say she loves me

She has got my voodoo doll, she’s soaking it in alcohol

It’s the only way she knows at all to say she loves me

She has got my voodoo doll, she’ll hit it with a cannonball

It’s the only way she knows at all to say she loves me

A foreign feeling irritates my skin

As she’s revealing a torso full of pins

My logic fails, her ardor falls, pain prevails within four walls

My arms and legs are tied in knots, she hits me like a train of thought

When I awaken, frozen in my dreams

Words are forsaken and traded in for screams

A fairytale under martial law, a nightingale with a fatal flaw

An even keel will overflow with chaos hiding down below