Identical Voodoo Doll

God can't save me Shackles and chains Clouds consume my brain Who holds my identical voodoo doll? A santanist? A masochist? They know my thoughts They can read the way I feel They enjoy my pain because they know it's real They've sewn my mouth shut and ripped out my stuffing They've cut out my eyes and stolen my hands And it's all part of there sick little plan To ruin me and the tiny bit of perfection in my life They've stolen my sanity They've stolen my strife Now only if they would end it all They love to watch me suffer I wish they would just tear me apart It's all just getting rougher The nights have become shorter The days have become longer And while my skin bleeds, To save myself I no longer bother