The Queen of Strings

Lyrics

Doll like hands weave through the dark,
Silent steps of heels leave their mark.
She hums a tune, a fleeting song,
The stage is set, it won’t be long.
Ticking gears, unraveling seams,
Stitched in whispers, torn from dreams.
No escape, no place to hide,
She pulls the strings, you’re bound inside.
Bow before the Queen of Strings,
A lifeless court where silence sings.
One by one, she takes her throne,
Turning flesh to gears and bone.
The hatter weeps, his voice unwinds,
Her clockwork fingers twist his mind.
The Cheshire fades, no trace, no grin,
Just empty sockets caving in.
Her gilded wires pierce through skin,
The marionettes that dance within.
No more wonder, no more screams,
Just broken dolls and shattered dreams.
Bow before the Queen of Strings,
A lifeless court where silence sings.
One by one, she takes her throne,
Turning flesh to gears and bone.
"Sing for me," she softly sighs,
"Let your voice be mechanized."
Glassy eyes, a painted face,
The kingdom falls in her embrace.
The world is hollow, cold and still,
Her reign is law, her iron will.
No more stories, no more kings,
Only the echoes of sharpened strings.