The Dollmaker

[Verse 1] In the attic, where the light won’t reach, He hums a tune just out of speech. A thousand dolls in crooked rows, Each one with secrets no one knows. He threads their hearts with silver wire, And lights their eyes with stolen fire. One blinked — he smiled and said, “You’ll never sleep. Not while I’m dead.” [Chorus] Don’t open the door with the crimson frame — Where every doll still knows her name. He sculpts their limbs with trembling care, Then seals their souls in poisoned air. A lullaby in minor key, The Dollmaker sings in secrecy. [Verse 2] He once had hands that carved from stone, Now flesh and wax are all he owns. Their velvet gowns conceal the scars, Of shattered lives and broken stars. They twitch at night when no one sees, And whisper prayers on splintered knees. But prayers can’t break the binding thread — They’re beautiful, and they are dead. [Chorus] Don’t open the door with the crimson frame — Where every doll still knows her name. He sculpts their limbs with trembling care, Then seals their souls in poisoned air. A lullaby in minor key, The Dollmaker sings in secrecy. [Bridge] One girl ran, but not too far — He keeps her breath inside a jar. Another screamed — he turned away, “She’ll sing for me some other day.” The attic weeps with creaking beams, A graveyard dressed in lace and dreams. [Chorus] Don’t open the door with the crimson frame — Where every doll still knows her name. He sculpts their limbs with trembling care, Then seals their souls in poisoned air. A lullaby in minor key, The Dollmaker sings in secrecy. [Final Chorus] Don’t open the door, don’t heed the sound — Of hollow feet on haunted ground. He sculpts their limbs with trembling care, Then seals their souls in poisoned air. No final breath, no morning light — The Dollmaker dreams them into night.