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