Act III – The Haunted Heart 6) Dolls in the Attic

(Toy-box melody, creepy whisper vocals) [Verse 1] Porcelain faces, cracked and wide, Watching me from where they hide. Buttons sewn where eyes should be, Whisper secrets meant for me. [Chorus] Dolls in the attic, singing in the dark, Tiny voices echo, leaving little marks. Dance until the music stops, Hands are cold and small… Dolls in the attic— They’ve been waiting all along. [Bridge] Wind-up key begins to turn, Every shadow twists and burns. Laughter sharp as broken glass, Once you’re here, you’ll never pass.