I can't explain
the forces of temptation I can't resist
the tugging at my heart I can't
accept
the weight of consequences till they begin
to pull the strings apart
to boost
See
the
pin go in
Push
the
poison down
See
the pin go in
Pull the magic out and crawl away
Private room
Southern shadow jungle pagan rites
Dancing puppets shaking hands bound and silent
Arms outstretched and waiting pressures flat
It's colored into our tongue between
The petro and the rhododendron
Sucking out my soul,
shrunken head Once with good intention,
now mambled brims
I'm left for that hole,
mute to blues See the pin go in
Push
the poison down
See the pin
go in
Pull the magic out and crawl away
Mold a doll
Plasticine and cotton, heed the potion
Dip the poison dot steady pin Mother implantation's kind of thing
En