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Voodoo Doll, Pins In My Pocket

My first memory was a dolls house
cramped for space , but we were so proud.
I was a baby boy
with dolls for toys.
They had big eyes
The kind I didn't like.
I took my pins from my pocket
Stuck them in, ripped up their insides.

we were living free
like a family.
now I was 15
wore my ripped jeans.
Daddy left in the night
That I didn't like
I took my pins
and stuck them in my dolls eyes.

Now Daddy's blind
wont see me coming from the other side.
I hate you Daddy
play out this fantasy
Rip this doll and have a sadist tea party.

I said now Daddy, hey Daddy,
Its easy just to stab you for fun.
We were living free
like a family
Now I just stab you for fun.

Now I just gaze at stars
with my guitar.
Thinking of ways
to place you in the dark.
Now Daddy's a mushroom
little fungi
Fed shit
alone no family.

Fuck you Daddy
now Im a grown man
but I still just stab you for fun

I said now Daddy, hey Daddy
Its easy just to stab you for fun
We were living free
like a family,
now I just stab you for fun.


 
Written by slayer69
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