Dollhouse of Mirrors

[Intro] Glass harp reversed, low hum. [Verse 1] They stitch the wings out of ribbons and hate, Seven sisters fold their names beneath the slate. Bird blood ink runs scripts on hollow dolls, In the mirror’s eye their feathered shadow falls. [Chorus] Dollhouse mirrors crack in seven lines, Swans and sisters bound by cursed signs. Scream the seam until the spell unwinds, Feathers on the floor, their chorus grinds. [Verse 2] Needles bent like thorns, stitches taste of lead, They breathe as sisters, though their wings have bled. Each hem a vow of ash and midnight prayer, They trade their voices for a silence fair. [Bridge] A knocking rhythm, needles counting down the curse, A lullaby like a blade, stitched into the verse. [Chorus] Dollhouse mirrors crack in seven lines, Swans and sisters bound by cursed signs. [Final] Feathers ash — they rise on bruised-lipped wings.