...silently i'm sinking; one man crew on this ship of fools,
No sky, no stars to guide it on it's course.

This vessel called Vicarious, impaled and slowly tilting
in an under current that shows no remorse...

voodoo doll

you’re a ruler of the night

with your needling desire

lay me out upon our bed

it’s my funeral pyre

   oh, but i won’t burn

it would be black magic

if it were magic at all

the ritual begins

i become your voodoo doll

   i’m not gonna squirm

poke me, prod me

prick me at your will

you can’t make me feel

you can’t make me feel

there’s some girl, somewhere

in another land

maybe she feels some pleasure

from the heaviness of your hand

   i only feel the weight

demon choir in my head

drowns out the sound of your breath

i slip outside of myself

likening this to death

   submitting to my fate

poke me, prod me

prick me at your will

you can’t make me feel

you can’t make me feel

i’m your voodoo doll, you can’t make me feel

as long as i’m pretending, none of this is real

i’m your voodoo doll…