Mambo Witch – Song and Lyrics by A Split Second


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Mambo Witch’ by A Split Second. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Split Second or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

A startling sense of dislocation
Pushed away by voodoo crap
Spill your poison somewhere else
Can’t shake the needles from your back

Guns and chains, emotional drains
Cutting it down to size
Captured by the Hindu curse
That hold your mesmerized

Slice my throat, stiletto knife
To keep my burning hope alive
The long black hair that smells the incense
Turns to vipers in my mind

You foul the pyramids with your presence
Holding in your tiny claws
The shakes that feed the witch with venom
Too late, no time to withdraw

Mambo witch

Sound of torture and vocal exhaustion
Barely concealed by telephone wires

Heal the wounds and lick the scars
Screw up your eyes to read your stars
She is free, I am ice
Bound to burn at any price

Mambo witch