VooDou, THE BLESSING OF CURSES: Trouble With The Fix



trouble with the fix


come closer just to watch me fall

pull me in push me further

shove my face right into the dirt

to make sure you never get hurt

you're so abused well poor fucking you

you have nothing to lose

simple pleasures cannot appease you

in a world where nothing can please you

trying hard to make sense of it all

looking for your lost little doll

so you're weak you need me now

well i don't need you right now


go ahead and save yourself

run as fast as razors

soon enough you will be falling

that's the trouble with the fix you're pawning

go ahead and save me now

beaten, bruised and taunting

finding strength in weakness now

that's the trouble when the treatment sours


stop the clock - we watch each other

a solitary tear comes running down

begging for forgiveness

i wash your fingers

your sweat - i can feel it dripping down

visualize your eyes as they look me over

burning through my skin i hear a thousand sounds

mesmerize my senses - your smell - forever

looking for your lost little doll

dare to let you go

and you go crashing down