fixer

Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins

One for each of us and our sins

So you lay us in a line

Push your pins they make us humble

Only you can tell in time

If we'll fall or merely stumble

But tell me, can you heal what father's done

Or fix this hole in a mother's son?

Can you heal the broken worlds within?

Can you strip away so we may start again?

Tell me, can you heal what father's done

Or cut this rope and let us run?

Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free

You jab another pin, jab another pin in me

 

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