Holding, holding on to a box of slaughter

Breathing, breathing heavenly to destroy.

Rebuilding all the monsters in the attic

And the pieces brings him back

The severed heads and broken bones

Are the fairy tale of his darkest past.

Crawling, crawling in the stench of the horrors

Feelings, feelings are as numb as the floor.

Rebuilding all the monsters in the attic

And the pieces brings him back

The severed heads and broken bones

Are the fairy tale of his darkest past.

Fall into the deep

The podium box will crumble in the real light.

Silent is the key

Better locked up and never to see the light.

Breaking, breaking every bone of his own

Coming, becoming the box

The show is over.

Rebuilding all the monsters in the attic

And the pieces brings him back

The severed heads and broken bones

Are the fairy tale of his darkest past.

Fall into the deep

The podium box will crumble in the real light.

Silent is the key

Better locked up and never to see the light.

Fall into the deep

The podium box will crumble in the real light.

Silent is the key

Better locked up and never to see the light.