Holding, holding on to a box of slaughter
Breathing, breathing heavenly to destroy
Rebuilding all the monsters in the attic
And the pieces brings him back
The severed heads and broken bones
Are the fairy tale of his darkest past
Crawling, crawling in the stench of the horrors
Feelings, feelings are as numb as the floor
Rebuilding all the monsters in the attic
And the pieces brings him back
The severed heads and broken bones
Are the fairy tale of his darkest past
Fall into the deep
The podium box will crumble in the real light
Silent is the key
Better locked up and never to see the light
Breaking, breaking every bone of his own
Coming, becoming the box
The show is over
Rebuilding all the monsters in the attic
And the pieces brings him back
The severed heads and broken bones
Are the fairy tale of his darkest past
Fall into the deep
The podium box will crumble in the real light
Silent is the key
Better locked up and never to see the light
Fall into the deep
The podium box will crumble in the real light
Silent is the key
Better locked up and never to see the light
