Shadows slipping in and out of midnight
Working in the dimness of a screenlight
Blood-run tells a story in a scrawl
Poking tortured arms of the voodoo doll
Whispers scratch their nails on my eardrums
Blurry fear fixed until the mornin' comes
With each acidic impact in my chest
Invites demonic presence as a guest
(I guess)
Shadows slipping in and out of midnight
Working in the dimness of a screenlight
Blood-run tells a story in a scrawl
Poking tortured arms of the voodoo doll