Mambo Witch

• A Split-Second
• ...From the Inside

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 holds your mesmerized

Slice my throat, stiletto knife

to keep my burning hope alive

The long black hair that smells like incense

turns to vipers in my mind

You foul the pyramids with your presence

Holding in your tiny claws

The snakes that feed the witch with venom

Too late, no time to withdraw

Mambo witch

Mambo witch

Sound of torture and moral exhaustion

Barely concealed by telephone wires

Heal the wounds and lick the scars

Screw up your eyes to read your stars

She is fire, I am ice

Bound to burn at any price

I want to kill you