A song about the movie industry, which nowadays only cares about money, and about how well-known characters are constantly being changed.

They take what we loved,

Put a new face on it.

Sell it back,

Pretend it’s something more.

I recognize the shape,

But the fire inside is cold.

They tell me it’s the same,

But I can see the cracks.

The green ogre stands,

His mimics are different.

The haunted halls?

Nothing left to fear.

A world rebuilt without a soul.

Familiar names, but nothing real.

Erase the past, repaint the frame!

It’s still the same—until you look closer!

No love, no love, no heart remains!

Just empty shells with the same names!

They strip the legend down to bones,

Polish it, sell it again!

A prince without a past,

A queen without a will.

New colors, new voices,

But it’s not alive.

We don’t see magic,

Just a market plan!

BURN THE SCRIPT! ERASE THE SCENE!

MONEY RULES THE SILVER SCREEN!

NO MORE SPARK! NO MORE LIGHT!

JUST A LOOP, NO END IN SIGHT!

Do you remember?

Do you still feel it?

The first time it was real?

Now it’s just another cycle.

Erase the past, repaint the frame!

It’s still the same—until you look closer!

No risk, no love, no heart remains!

Just empty shells with the same names!

Rebranded, reborn in chains.

Welcome to REMAKE HELL!