I carve a voodoo doll out of wax
Hold a lighter to its chest
It's hot, hot, hot
She's lost her heart
Her lovely head
And beautiful legs
She is melting
I am intrigued
By the hot stench
Like rotten fruit
She burns
Why this curse?
Like wet dirt
And burning tears
With only thoughts of you?
Why am I so cruel sticking
Your face with pins?
I visited the Witch Doctor
She shrunk my heart instead
Shouting gibberish to the wind
The pain you gave I give back
To you like the many phases
Of the moon
And now you change your tune
Because I haunted you
What a bittersweet romance
Must-a been my voodoo
With magic so black
The powers of Marie Laveau
Shatter your mirror
In the voodoo doll's dance
The candles are lit on the altar
The pins go in and out
The wax becomes hotter and hotter
I watch you scream and shout
Voodoo smoke fills your lungs
I grip your pulse and my heart beats
Like primitive African drums
As I watch you melt
Tasting sin, malice and fear
You are nothing but wax puddles
And you are never coming back
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