DARK FAIRYTALES 02 — Snow White | Bad Apple

Shadow Production © 2026 Shadow Production. All rights reserved. All lyrics, music, visuals and creative content are original creations and may not be reproduced, copied or distributed without permission. ———————————————————————— Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who’s the sweetest of them all? Sweet? You should taste me first. [Brief wicked female laugh, playful and seductive, naturally woven between vocal lines, like a dangerous tease] Red on my lips, snow on my skin, The Queen sees a game she cannot win. Gold on her crown, poison in her hand, She built her throne on shifting sand. “Take one bite, darling, sweet as sin.” I smiled and asked, “Where do I begin?” She thought I was gentle, simple and shy, The kind of good girl who would swallow a lie. One little bite, two little lies, Red on my tongue, fire in my eyes. She thought that apple would make me fall… Honey, I make them crawl. Bite, little prince, bite, bite, bite, Taste something wicked in the red tonight. Kiss, little prince, come wake the dead, You wanted Snow White — you got bad instead. Mirror, mirror, crack, crack, crack, You thought I would fall — now I’m biting back. Deep in the glass where the sweet lies grow, You wanted the fairest… Now you know. Now you know… Now you know… Taste the poison… Now you know. Seven little beds lined up in a row, Seven little faces watching me go. They said, “Stay here, you’ll be safe tonight.” I smiled and said, “Boys, behave just right.” Then Prince Charming came riding through, Pretty little smile and armor shining blue. He found me sleeping, still as stone, And kissed my lips like I was his own. I opened my eyes, gave him a grin, And whispered softly, “Try that again.” One little kiss, two little sighs, Three pretty promises dressed in disguise. He thought a princess needed saving… Poor baby… He just caught me misbehaving. Bite, little prince, bite, bite, bite, Taste something wicked in the red tonight. Kiss, little prince, come wake the dead, You wanted Snow White — you got bad instead. Mirror, mirror, crack, crack, crack, You thought I would fall — now I’m biting back. Deep in the glass where the sweet lies grow, You wanted the fairest… Now you know. Red apple, red mouth, Come find out what I’m about. White dress, red lips, wicked smile, Come a little closer… stay a while. The Queen wanted youth, the prince wanted me, The mirror wanted what it wanted to see. They all wanted a girl pretty, quiet and small… But I was never theirs at all. Beauty’s a cage with a glittering frame, And “fairest of all” is a losing game. So I dropped the apple and shattered the glass: Keep your crown. I’ll keep my ass. Bite, little prince, bite, bite, bite, The game is over, but the taste feels right. Kiss, little prince, don’t lose your head, You wanted Snow White — you got bad instead. Mirror, mirror, crack and fall, I never needed to be fair at all. You asked who’s fairest… Wrong thing to know. I’m not your Snow White. Now let me go. Red lips. White skin. Bad apple. Sweet sin. No crown. No throne. No prince to take me home. You wanted a princess pretty and polite… You should’ve been careful when you woke Snow White.