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