The Shears and the Snare

[Intro] [Verse 1] A hidden attic in deep gloom, This filthy, isolated room. My dragging hair is just a snare, For monsters, monsters on the stair. [Verse 2] He climbs the brick with heavy breath, A trespasser who flirts with death. I hold the shears to cut the rope, And shatter, shatter all his hope. [Chorus] No golden glow, no fairy tale! Just broken bones and faces pale! I press the scissors to the thread, And send the savior to the dead! Down in the briars, sharp and cold, A bitter truth to legends told! [Verse 3] The jagged stones embrace his fall, Red blood is painted on the wall. I sit in silence, left behind, A fractured, fractured human mind. [Bridge] They sing of love to break the spell, But I am ruler of this hell. No crown of gold upon my head, Just heavy scissors, cold and red. [Guitar Solo / Instrumental Break] [Chorus] No golden glow, no fairy tale! Just broken bones and faces pale! I press the scissors to the thread, And send the savior to the dead! Down in the briars, sharp and cold, A bitter truth to legends told! [Outro] No rescue comes. No kingdom shines. Just cold confrontation... Just cutting the lines.