Yeah. 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 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. Yeah. Mirror mirror upon the wall. Break the spell or become the doll. See you sharpening the pins. So the holes will remind us. We're just the toys in the hands of another. And in time the needles turn from shine to rust. 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. Jab it. Blood for face. Sweat for dirt. Three X's for the stone. To break this curse. A ritual's due. I believe I'm not alone. Shell of shotgun. Pint of gin. Numb us up to shield the pins. Renew our faith. Which way we can. To fall in love with life again. To fall in love with life again. To fall in love with life again. To fall in love. To fall in love. To fall in love with life again. So 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. Yeah 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. Oh yeah. No more pins in me yeah. No more no more pins in me. No more no more pins in me. No more no more no more. No no no.