Glass eyes
A porcelian face
The tattered dress shes wearing

At first sight
You clutch you heart
And try to keep from swearing

The shadows dance
The wind unfurls
You see the danger signs are flaring

You feel sick
And want to leave
From the face that's glaring

You stumble back
And try to run
From the spell that she's preparing

It's too late
You're out of time
You wail in your despairing

An evil laugh
You look up to see
The evil smile she's bearing

Your systems fail
and you feel cold
Because at your heartstrings she's tearing

Down you fall
to move no more
because of the evil dolls ensnaring