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lyrics
She put me in a voodoo dollhouse
And she tied me to a tiny plastic chair
Which she keeps inside her voodoo dollhouse
With my photo and a locket of my hair
And I think that it might be a curse
Cause she’s stolen my heart and she put it in her purse
And I don't think that I am ever coming home
Lights out, candles burning
My mind is racing, tummy turning
Sitting on needles and on pins
I hold my breath as she walks in
I never really wanted
To be an independent person
Or in my dreams imagined
I’d be involved in such perversion
Forcefed twisted tainted love
Dripping down in a mist from above
Darkness surrounds me
Her arms are wrapped around me
She egged me on
She made an omelette
She made my soul sick
Spiritual vomit
She put me in a voodoo dollhouse
And she tied me to a tiny plastic chair
Which she keeps inside her voodoo dollhouse
With my photo and a locket of my hair
And she tells me that I might be the one
But I’m not about to argue when she's pointing the gun
And I don't think that I am ever coming home
She put me in a voodoo dollhouse
And she tied me to a tiny plastic chair
Which she keeps inside her voodoo dollhouse
With my photo and a locket of my hair
She melted my mind just like a svengali
She molded me into her own voodoo dolly
And I don't think that I am ever coming home
And I’m burning it down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
credits
from Challenger Deep,
released February 17, 2015
Jabrond Gamble on drums and Aba Eshun on Twi vocals.