(Verse 1)
Dusty attic, shadows crawl,
A dollhouse waits behind the wall.
Chipped paint whispers of lives long gone,
A tiny world frozen, dawn to dawn.
(Verse 2)
Tiny chairs toppled, tables askew,
A kitchen tableau, unsettling view.
They linger too long, cold fills the air,
Glass eyes stare in fading glare.
(Verse 3)
Shadows stretch, a whisper flows,
The dolls seem to shift as the lantern glows.
Eyes that follow, dream turned dread,
Figures lie still in their tiny bed.
(Chorus)
The dollhouse wakes when the lights go low,
Little glass eyes, they watch and they know.
Step too close and they start to breathe,
Dolls come alive, and they never leave.
(Verse 4)
The dolls aren’t free, a silent decree,
Trapped in a world they’ll never flee.
A ghostly touch, a cold embrace,
A prisoner bound in this cursed place.
(Verse 5)
Through dusty boxes, they search in fear,
No mother’s wand, no comfort near.
They clutch a doll, its eyes glow red,
(Alive or not? Watching instead.)
(Verse 6)
Now one of them, forever confined,
A twisted reflection, fate redefined.
No waking escape, just shadows that creep,
A soul in the dollhouse, buried deep.
(Bridge)
No line remains ‘tween real and pretend,
The dolls are the masters, dictating the end.
Silent they watch through every night,
Bound to the house, lost to the light.
(Chorus)
The dollhouse wakes when the lights go low,
Little glass eyes, they watch and they know.
Step too close and they start to breathe,
Dolls come alive, and they never leave.
(Outro)
Step inside, don’t breathe, don’t leave…