(Verse 1) In a dusty old shop, on a forgotten shelf, She sat so quiet, all by herself, Porcelain face with a wicked grin, But no one knew what lurked within. Her eyes of glass, they sparkled bright, But deep inside, they held the night, A twisted soul, a mind unhinged, Waiting for the moment to begin. (Chorus) When the clock strikes twelve, she comes alive, The doll of death, the devil's bride, She dances through the night so cold, Leaving a trail of blood and souls. With a laugh so sweet, but a heart so dark, She'll tear you apart, just for a lark, In her deadly dance, there's no escape, The doll's alive, and she's sealed your fate. (Verse 2) She whispers soft in the dead of night, Her tiny hands grip tight, so tight, A slash, a tear, a crimson stain, She revels in the fear and pain. She moves with grace, a deadly waltz, No mercy shown, no second thoughts, The floors are slick with the blood she’s spilled, A masterpiece of lives she’s killed. (Chorus) When the clock strikes twelve, she comes alive, The doll of death, the devil's bride, She dances through the night so cold, Leaving a trail of blood and souls. With a laugh so sweet, but a heart so dark, She'll tear you apart, just for a lark, In her deadly dance, there's no escape, The doll's alive, and she's sealed your fate. (Bridge) In the moonlight's gleam, her shadow sways, Innocence lost in twisted ways, No one’s safe from her deadly charm, The doll's embrace, a fatal harm. Her song of death, it echoes long, In every room, her haunting song, A lullaby of endless night, Where no one lives to see the light. (Chorus) When the clock strikes twelve, she comes alive, The doll of death, the devil's bride, She dances through the night so cold, Leaving a trail of blood and souls. With a laugh so sweet, but a heart so dark, She'll tear you apart, just for a lark, In her deadly dance, there's no escape, The doll's alive, and she's sealed your fate. (Outro) Now the shop stands still, the night is done, But the doll waits for the rising sun, To play again, to hear the screams, To dance once more in blood-soaked dreams. So beware the doll with the wicked grin, For when night falls, she’ll rise again.
