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