Steel Skin, Broken Soul (Dollface)

Put the mask on — now you face a queen,

Built from blood, rage, metal, and gasoline.

They locked me in the cage, now I rule the hellhole,

Watch a pretty little face turn your heart into coal.

I was beauty in chains, now I’m vengeance refined,

Smile stitched shut, but I speak with a mine.

Crashin' through dreams in this rust-covered dress,

Glass in my veins and the scent of death.

I ain’t no doll, I’m a god in disguise,

Painted lips, but my eyes never cry.

Corporate slave to a corporate grave,

Now I ride with the cursed and the damned and depraved.

Chainsaw lullabies, sing you to sleep,

Razor blade kisses while you bleed in the seat.

Iron will in a twisted cage,

Your sins get judged when I’m on the stage.

You think I’m pretty?

You think I’m cute?

I’ll drive this rig through your neck in pursuit.

Revenge ain't sweet, it’s gasoline fed,

And I’ll carve my name on the backs of the dead.

Steel skin, broken soul —

Burning the world just to take control.

Daddy said dolls don't speak or bite,

So I ripped out his teeth in the dead of night.

Straitjacket fashion, padded room dreams,

Now I'm queen of the twisted and lord of the screams.

They called me insane, now they scream my name,

Every corpse I leave behind gets me closer to fame.

Smash through glass ceilings with monster wheels,

My crown is forged in blood and steel.

I ain't your toy, I ain't your prize,

I'm the trauma you buried, now watch it rise.

A thousand deaths couldn't cage this spark,

Now I dance in flames where the shadows bark.

Behind this mask, a war machine,

Flesh and gears where hope once gleamed.

“Smile, baby” — they used to say,

Now I smile when I blow 'em away.

You think I’m pretty?

You think I’m cute?

I’ll drive this rig through your neck in pursuit.

Revenge ain't sweet, it’s gasoline fed,

And I’ll carve my name on the backs of the dead.

Steel skin, broken soul —

Burning the world just to take control.

I was built to be silent, built to obey,

Now I laugh as the cities decay.

Dollface rides, and the world goes cold —

Just another corpse in my story told.