Soft

The pounding in my ears was enough to wake the whole street
So I sat in my blood between thick dirty sheets
With a nine volt battery warming my feet
I drowned in acid.

It’s cold out there, when the rain hits your face
And your fingers numb as you tie them in lace
And hold them tightly below your waist
You waster on acid.

Grouping around a corpse that’s not dead
Pushing to the front, blood rush to the head
The sickening feeling that I get
Voodoo angel; take my anger away

Melting hatred to glistening oil
Floats on the surface and fouls and soils
Burns and eats and stains and spoils
The white light when they break through

Voodoo angel; take my anger away

Lyrics the artistic property of Doran Khamis and Nick Edwards. ©2006 All rights reserved.