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