Bad Voodoo - Kreeps

Oh, i’m as sharp as a coroner’s needle

Inside i’m cold as a marble eye

Skin as harsh as a rusted razor

A nightmare livin' in your mind

Out of a page full of murderous stories

My skull is filled up with terrible crimes

A dream of violent repetition

A nosferatu for your 'lord of the flies'

You can’t stop what ain’t dead, it’s true

Bad voodoo’s a livin' deja vu

No pienses matan

I’ve buried more than the men in the graveyard

A grim priest at a funeral pyre

So if i end up 'six 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 sixes burn

Making out my path

Lead me to the secret

That’s gonna cure my past

You can’t stop what ain’t dead, it’s true

Bad voodoo’s a livin' deja vu

Hey!, hey!

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 ringin for the end of the line now

Feels like i’m rowing right down the styx

But i don’t care, i can kill anything

With a gun and a knife and a crucifix

You can’t stop what ain’t dead, it’s true

Bad voodoo’s a livin' deja vu

Hey!, hey!

You can’t stop what ain’t dead, it’s true

Bad voodoo’s a livin' deja vu

No pienses matan