Lyrics
[Intro — Delicate music box, childlike whispers]
Mother said beauty is never enough.
She dressed my reflection in porcelain.
Now I can see you.
But you can’t see me.
[Verse 1 — Eerie, restrained]
Dead roses bloom in a wallpaper room,
Synthetic hair and a sweet perfume.
She taught us grace, she taught us lies,
How to hide the cracks behind our eyes.
Never speak, never cry,
Pretty things were born to die.
But something stirs beneath my skin,
A little voice remembers when—
I had a heartbeat. I had a name.
Before the dollmaker smothered the flame.
[Pre-Chorus — Warped music box]
Wind the key.
Erase the past.
Make the pretty things
That always last.
But porcelain remembers
Every hand that made it crack.
[Chorus — Explosive theatrical horror-pop]
Welcome to the dollhouse,
Where the walls have learned to breathe.
Dolls sing their little lullabies
And hide what lies beneath.
Welcome to the dollhouse,
Every smile is by design.
You can rearrange our bodies,
But you’ll never own our minds.
Pull the strings. Dim the lights.
Something’s moving here tonight.
Welcome to the dollhouse—
We are learning how to bite.
[Verse 2 — Unsettling, rhythmic]
Six cups of tea, six dolls in a row,
One cracked cheek and eyes that glow.
The clock strikes thirteen, a new door appears,
Behind it, a portrait yellowed with years.
A little girl trapped in a gilded cage,
My face staring back from another age.
I know those eyes. I know that dress.
I know the hands that buttoned it.
The girl disappeared without a trace.
The doll in the picture is wearing my face.
[Pre-Chorus — Overlapping whispers]
Wind the key.
Repeat the lie.
Beautiful things
Were never meant to die.
But the mirror’s asking why.
[Chorus — Distorted vocals, heavier drums]
Welcome to the dollhouse,
Where the walls have learned to breathe.
Dolls sing their little lullabies
And hide what lies beneath.
Welcome to the dollhouse,
Every smile is by design.
You can rearrange our bodies,
But you’ll never own our minds.
Pull the strings. Dim the lights.
Something’s moving here tonight.
Welcome to the dollhouse—
We are learning how to bite.
[Bridge — Single detuned piano note]
The dollmaker counts us,
One… two… three…
He stops at the empty chair.
“Which one of you
Was my daughter?”
[Silence — Porcelain cracks]
I remember now.
I was the first.
[Final Chorus — Orchestral horror climax]
Welcome to the dollhouse!
Let the pretty façade collapse!
Every secret in these walls
Is crawling through the cracks!
You can bury every memory,
Lock away what used to be,
But you made us into objects—
Now behold what you set free!
Pull the strings.
Kill the lights.
We’re not staying dolls tonight.
[Outro — Music box plays one wrong note]
Mother…
You forgot to wind me.
[Whisper]
My turn.
Style
psychological horror popdetuned music boxeerie childlike whisperssinister pianoorchestral climaxdark vocalsenglish
Credits
Prompt by
Lord_Icicle
Lord_IcicleGeneratedOct 25, 2026
ModelZona