Mystify (Voodoo Baby)

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THE POWER OF VOODOO
CHAPTER 1 - I AM IN CONTROL

Roscoe M G: OFFICER MAX GRIMES
Sly: THE CORPSE
Alexa von Trash: THE VOICE

'It's the second time this week I've seen this' Officer M G said to the paramedic giving the naked corpse a nudge with his foot to roll it onto it's back. 'Twisted, grimacing face and an obvious massive trauma and heamorrhaging from the the eye sockets. Only the last one wasn't so dead, tried crawling away before you guys showed up, he only shut down truly stiff and dead the second he was restrained'.
'I've never seen anything like it, I mean, I heard about the last one but...but I never pictured this...it's horrific...looks like he bled his eyeballs out, I don't even know how that could have happened.'
'Well all I know is that both of 'em have been found like this...in their bedrooms, nude and having lost shit loads of blood from the face.'
'Shit loads eh?' the paramedic said giving a wry smile to Officer M G.
'Yeah, shit loads. I don't do the medical mumbo-jumbo-bullshit, that's your job. Now what are we going to do? I'm guessing this feller's on a one way ticket to a furnace?'
'I'd have to agree with you there, he'll probably be submitted for specialist testing before that happens but yeah there's no saving him now!...OK officer I'm gonna wrap this up then, take the final readings and get this guy zipped up in a carry-case.' The paramedic said stooping down to get a closer look at the lifeless body.
'I'm heading back to the van, got some paper work to deal with, let me know when you've got this sorted, OK?' the officer told the paramedic leaving the room.
The paramedic put a gloved hand on the cadavers throat to check for a pulse.
'Yup, he's definitely dead, who'd have guessed, heh-heh.' He joked kneeling on the dry-blood caked carpet 'But those eyes man, fucking revolting, what kind of pain did you endure before you died, what was the last thing you saw before you died, how did you die? Doesn't bear thinking about really, s'nuff to put a man off this job I think.' He said returning to his feet and turning to face to the steel gurney standing behind them.
'Now my love, wake up, you are ready, now it is time' a whispery female voice said almost inaudibly. Too quiet for the paramedics ears to detect.
'S'bout time we got you covered up and booked in for an autopsy then.' The paramedic informed the corpse turning back around to face him. 'JESUS CHRIST! You scared the hell out of me there sir.' The corpse was standing upright, motionless and groaning gutturally. 'Sir, you're not well, I don't think you sh...' The corpse lifted it's arms up to shoulder height and took a step towards the paramedic. 'Sir please take a seat, look just here on the bed, you need to rest. Please...' The corpse took another awkward step forward. 'Sir? I don't think you heard you me, please lie down.' The corpse placed it hands on the paramedics shoulder's. The paramedic's gaze was transfixed on the corpses hollow eye sockets, hollow except for some residual eye-jelly which left the sockets looking like two little empty jam jars. 'SIR! SIT DOWN, I need to help you.' the paramedic pleaded firmly. Sir I will have to use make you lie down if you don't cooperate with me.'
'NOW!!' the female voice returned screaming into the bedroom.
The corpse instantly clamped it's grip around the paramedics neck, opened it's mouth and began blindly gorging itself on the face of the helpless paramedic.

lyrics

LYRICS:

(I got you)
Mystified, I got you wrapped around my finger
I better start running if I were you
You're in too deep, there-aint-no pulling through

I walk into the room your eyes go straight to me
You fall under my spell oh so easily
I got you in my web, I won't be letting go
It's simple voodoo baby - I am in control

Voodoo Baby.

(I got you)
Mystified, I got you wrapped around my finger
I better start running if I were you
You're in too deep, there-aint-no pulling through

You're falling faster now, down the rabbit hole
This aint no Wonderland, your presence here will take it's toll
upon your mind, your heart, your soul
It's simple voodoo baby - I am in control

Voodoo Baby.

(I got you)
Mystified, I got you wrapped around my finger
I better start running if I were you
You're in too deep, there aint no pulling through

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from Trash Flow, track released June 1, 2010
Written & Produced by VOODOO TRASH
Guitar by R. Boateng

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