A startling sense of dislocation pushed away by voodoo crap spill your poison somewhere else can't shake the needles from your back Guns and chains, emotional drains cutting it down to size captured by the hindu curse that hold your mesmerized Slice my throat, stilleto knife to keep my burning hope alive the long black hair that smells the incense turns to vipers in my mind You foul the pyramids with your presence holding in your tiny claws the shakes that feed the witch with venom too late, no time to withdraw Mambo witch Sound of torture and vocal exhaustion barely concealed by telephone wires Heal the wounds and lick the scars screw up your eyes to read your stars she is free, i am ice bound to burn at any price Mambo witch