I have broken the spell,
Some have tried some have failed,
Some are blind some can't see,

Some live life through rose-coloured spectacles, not me.

I found my hair in a jar,

A jar of rusty pins,
That voodoo doll had me down to a tee,
That voodoo doll looked exactly, exactly like me.


And it means more to them,
Than it means to me,

I cast out the demon from the circle they summoned it,
I have seen the truth,
Awoken from the dream,

I've seen black for black and night for night,
I've expelled the curse from my life.


Three witches circled my house,
With black hats and crooked teeth,
They point their wands cast their spells on me,

They point their wants but they can't cast a spell on me.

And it means more to them,

Than it means to me,
I cast out the demon from the circle they summoned it,
I have seen the truth,

Awoken from the dream,
I've seen black for black and night for night,
But what they've put out will come back.


I have broken the spell,
Some have tried some have failed.