Bad Voodoo

Oh, I'm as sharp as a coronous needle,
As I'm cold as a marble light,
Skin is harsh as a rusted razor,
nightmare livin' in your mind.

Another page for the murderer's stories,
story that's filled up with terrible crimes,
dream of violent repetition,
desperado for your "Lord of the Flies".

[Chorus]
You can't stop walking dead, it's true!
Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!

I've buried cold undead men in the graveyard,
grim priest at a funeral pyre,
So if I end up '6 deep' in the desert,
I guess I'll see you in the afterlife.

So I'm headed south, to the Devil's door,
I wanna turn the whole world around,
To how it was before.
Triple six is burnin', carvin' out my path,
Into the secret, that's gonna cure my past.

[Chorus]
You can't stop walking dead, it's true!
Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!

How does it feel with your name on a tombstone, 
While you're surrounded by the livin' dead,
Some kind of curse hangin' over your shoulders,
I'll haunt you like a specter of regret. 

The bells are ringing for the end of the line now,
'Cause I got rowing right down to Styx,
But I don't care, I can kill anything,
With a gun and a knife and a crucifix.

[Chorus x2]
You can't stop walking dead, it's true!
Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!