There it was a little doll
Blinded, Muted, in Control
Hanging with a leather gag
Crawling doped in the DARK
Dolly, Dolly
Dolly, Dolly
Dolly, Dolly
Whispers by a crooked throat
Feeling needles on those moans
Hopeless, painless, crippled thing
Angel with snatched wings
My lil' doll
Who calls death
Tasting something sweet and frost
Crying for the sound of lust
Feeling something rot to dust
Screaming quiet to be crushed
There is something that takes all kinds of skins
There is something that takes your last breath
My lil' doll
Who calls death
Tasting something sweet and frost
Crying for the sound of lust
Feeling something rot to dust
Screaming quiet to be crushed