Lyrics

The curtains rise, the lights grow dim,
A hollow song begins within.
The marionettes take center stage,
Bound in ribbons, trapped in cage.

Their porcelain hands, so cold, so frail,
They dance in silence, dead and pale.
Their smiles are sewn, their eyes are glass,
A fleeting glimpse of what won’t last.

The strings pull tight, they bow and spin,
A waltz that never will begin.
No voice to cry, no breath to plead,
Just hollow steps in endless need.

Round and round, the echoes call,
Frozen figures, doomed to fall.
No escape, no fate to break,
Dance until the dawn won’t wake.

Round and round, the waltz remains,
Painted masks and shadowed chains.
Bound by whispers, stitched in lace,
A hollow waltz in lost embrace.

The violins cry out in vain,
Yet every note is drowned in pain.
The chandeliers flicker, dim with dust,
Each movement slow, each frame unjust.

They twirl, they sway, they never rest,
A marionette with no protest.
Their whispers fade, their hands still glide,
But none will leave, none step outside.

The strings pull tight, they bow and spin,
A waltz that never will begin.
No voice to cry, no breath to plead,
Just hollow steps in endless need.

Round and round, the echoes call,
Frozen figures, doomed to fall.
No escape, no fate to break,
Dance until the dawn won’t wake.

Round and round, the waltz remains,
Painted masks and shadowed chains.
Bound by whispers, stitched in lace,
A hollow waltz in lost embrace.

One breaks away, her fingers slip,
A tangled thread, a broken grip.
The puppeteer tightens the strings,
And back she falls… no voice to sing.

A silent scream, a fleeting gasp,
But nothing shatters, nothing snaps.
The music plays, the stage is set,
And still they dance… they don’t forget.

Round and round, the echoes call,
Frozen figures, doomed to fall.
No escape, no fate to break,
Dance until the dawn won’t wake.

Round and round, the waltz remains,
Painted masks and shadowed chains.
Bound by whispers, stitched in lace,
A hollow waltz in lost embrace.