Your lips are a disaster

Cuz red wounds heal faster

Than a kiss that was aimed to miss

Now I am not a voodoo queen

My powers are mundane at best

But heed my warnings

They’re callings are false

May forever be your one true love

The bastard son of the king we lost

How shall you hope to recover?

Run

Witch

Run

How will I ever be again

Should I kill myself and hope to be reborn anew

First you

Then I shall do as you do

Make my scars heal

And my wounds run straight through

Kiss

Kiss

Kiss me

I am the voodoo queen

Die

Die

Die here

You are alone dear

And now your know how I feel