Voodoo Dust

Saturday is a mile away.

I still feel her burning flames.

As I walk through death again.

Saturday burns my skin with white.

She marks it "6" with a silver knife.

As I feel her breath again.

I know she loves me.

I know she must.

My life for you.

Voodoo dust.

Drowning only feet from the shore.

Sleeping an endless sleep.

But violently awake, we wait.

We walk the thousand yards she lays for us.

We do her work, her will is thus.

Violently awake, we wait.

We know she loves us.

We know she must.

We die for you.

Voodoo dust.

Saturday is a mile away.

I still feel her burning flames.

As I walk through death again.

Saturday burns my skin with white.

She marks it "6" with a silver knife.

As I feel her breath again.

I know she loves me.

I know she must.

My life for you.

Voodoo dust.

Drowning only feet from the shore.

Sleeping an endless sleep.

But violently awake, we wait.

We walk the thousand yards she lays for us.

We do her work, her will is thus.

Violently awake, we wait.

We know she loves us.

We know she must.

We die for you.

Voodoo dust.