[Verse 1 — soft, eerie lullaby tone; breathy, intimate whispered edges]
Candlelight flickers on your wicked grin
You stitched up lies with a needle pinned
Silver tongue dancing through the tangled threads
Pulling puppet strings until the sleepers bled
[Pre-Chorus — fragile vocal, almost like trying not to wake someone; widening tension]
You tiptoe through the garden made of someone else’s grief
But shadows know your footsteps… and they never let you leave
[Chorus — layered female vocals with whisper doubles; toy-box chimes; haunting echo tails]
One thing about them tables, baby—
they always turn [echo: "turn… turn…"]
You plant your chaos thinking
you’ll never get burned
Walking on roses while the thorns pierce their skin
But karma keeps receipts carved in porcelain
Karma doesn’t skip a soul—
just wait your turn [whisper: "your turn… your turn…"]
[Verse 2 — slightly stronger vocal, playful but sinister like a child singing with a secret]
Porcelain dolls watch from the mantle shelf
Cracks appear, reflecting your true self
Wind-up music box starts to play your tune
Tick-tock, darling, justice comes for you soon
[Pre-Chorus — rising tension; a trembling sigh between lines]
You spun your little nightmares like a fairytale queen
But crowns melt quickly in the fire you’ve unleashed
[Chorus — breathy then swelling; layered harmonies bloom during “rose” lines]
One thing about them tables, baby—
they always turn [echo: "turn… turn…"]
You plant your chaos thinking
you’ll never get burned
Walking on roses while the thorns pierce their skin
But karma keeps receipts carved in porcelain
Karma doesn’t skip a soul—
just wait your turn [whisper: "turn the key… hear it creak…"]
[Bridge — spoken-sung in hushed rhythmic breaths; echo and reverb heavy]
You can run from the wolves in the dark
but they’ve memorized your scent
Fairytales flip when the villain forgets
their own descent
Tick-tock… clock hands sharpen like blades
Everything you broke comes back—
a debt unpaid
[Breakdown — whispered like a nightmare nursemaid soothing a child to sleep]
Close your eyes, hush now, sleep tight
Your nightmares are coming alive tonight
What you made for others now returns…
Tick… tock… feel the tables turn
[Final Chorus — slow build from a single whisper to layered ghost-choir vocals]
One thing about them tables, baby—
they always turn [childlike chorus echo]
The fire licking at your heels
is the one you once burned
You danced on petals while they drowned beneath the pain
But now the thorns have risen up to whisper your name
Karma doesn’t skip a soul—
She waits her turn [long whisper: "she waits… she learns… she burns…"]
[Outro — whispered and fading; music box slowing/detuning]
Turn… turn…
round and round it goes
Turn… turn…
every secret shows
Them tables always turn…
