(Verse 1) In a quiet house on the edge of town, A family lived with no reason to frown, But in their midst, a doll so small, Held secrets dark, a curse for all. Her porcelain face was sweet and kind, But madness swirled within her mind, A wicked smile, a heart of ice, She bided her time, rolled the dice. (Chorus) When the moonlight fades and the shadows grow, The doll comes alive with a deadly glow, She turns on the ones who loved her so, In her twisted game, she strikes the blow. With a sharpened blade, she makes her move, In the dead of night, her wrath to prove, She chops them up, piece by piece, And sets the fire, the flames release. (Verse 2) She crept so quiet through the halls at night, Her tiny hands held the butcher's knife, First came father, then mother dear, Their screams of terror, music to hear. With every slash, she laughed with glee, A puppet no more, she was finally free, She hacked and carved with savage delight, The doll’s revenge, a gruesome sight. (Chorus) When the moonlight fades and the shadows grow, The doll comes alive with a deadly glow, She turns on the ones who loved her so, In her twisted game, she strikes the blow. With a sharpened blade, she makes her move, In the dead of night, her wrath to prove, She chops them up, piece by piece, And sets the fire, the flames release. (Bridge) She piled the parts, each limb and head, In a fire pit where dreams are dead, She struck the match, her work complete, The flames rose high, the heat so sweet. As the fire burned and crackled loud, She danced around, feeling proud, The doll's finale, her darkest hour, The house ablaze, her greatest power. (Chorus) When the moonlight fades and the shadows grow, The doll comes alive with a deadly glow, She turns on the ones who loved her so, In her twisted game, she strikes the blow. With a sharpened blade, she makes her move, In the dead of night, her wrath to prove, She chops them up, piece by piece, And sets the fire, the flames release. (Outro) In the ashes now, the doll stands tall, Her family gone, she ends it all, But as the smoke begins to clear, She smiles again, no trace of fear. For in the silence, she remains, A doll of death, with bloodstained chains, And when the next house comes to play, She'll rise again to slay the day.
