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 mearly stumble

 But tell me
 Can you heal what father's done?
 Or fix this hole in 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 [bad word] 
 Just when all seems fine
 And I'm pain free
 You jab another pin
 Jab another pin in me

 Mirror, mirror upon the wall
 Break the spell or [bad word] 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 [bad word] 

 But tell me
 Can you heal what father's done?
 Or fix this hole in 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 [bad word] 
 Just when all seems fine
 And I'm pain free
 You jab another pin
 Jab another pin in me

 Jab it
 [bad word] the pins

 Blood for face
 Sweat for dirt
 Three X's for the stone
 To break this curse
 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 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 [bad word] 
 Just when all seems fine
 And I'm pain free
 You jab another pin
 Jab another pin in me

 No more pins in me
 No more, no more pins in me
 No more, no more pins in me
 No more, no more, no more
 No, no, no