Bottles of voodoo

There's holes in my conscience and ghost in my closet 
I've got to go away 
I broke my stars and live for hers 
they're gonna break and fall to planet mars 
I've got to go away 
hero's will die 
my blood will dry 
I hope she thinks of me sometimes in the moonlight through the abyss of time 
I run away sometimes 
please believe me when I say that I'll be fine...