Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins
One for each of us and our sins
So you lay us in a line
Push your pins they make us humble
Only you can tell in time
If we fall or mearely stumble
But tell me
Can you heal what father"s done?
Or fix this hole in mother"s son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine
And I"m pain-free
You jab another pin
You jab another pin in me
Mirror, mirror upon the wall
Break this spell or become the doll
See you sharpening the pins
So the holes will remind us
We"re just toys in the hands of another
And in time, the needles turn from shine to rust
Jab it
Look out the pins
Blood
