"Slave To The Factory Line" lyrics
(Poppy Playtime Song)
(What we've got on the inside)
(Toys all sizes come to life)
You won't believe your eyes
Once you notice
What we've got on the inside
Toys all sizes come to life
All the same is your demise
You don't need to fray
Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
In this carnal factory
Poppy's coming out to play
We're on a lockdown close to overnight
Welcome to an isolation
Make way for desolation
We want to play
We haven't ratatat-tatted with a friend or two in a while or few
We've wasted our time
Lampooned and dancing in the dark
Waiting for daylight
Don't let them, know from outside
We're a wilder party than ever seen before
You got caught red handed
No surprise
No place but forward motions
Rainbows of pure emotions
Makes fun a chore
But I'm sure you're familiar with gate crashed parties full of prepped up Barbies
And a violent décor
Your sweet but sensitive deplore
Makes use of our daily fight
Merciful corners will cave into your chest
There's no lifeline on the screen
'Cause we're coming for you next
You won't believe your eyes
Once you notice
What we've got on the inside
Toys all sizes come to life
All the same is your demise
You don't need to fray
Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
In this carnal factory
Poppy's coming out to play
You won't believe your eyes
Once you notice
What we've got on the inside
Toys all sizes come to life
All the same is your demise
You don't need to fray
Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
In this carnal factory
Poppy's coming out to play
(You ain't going home)
(You're a slave to the factory line)
(In this carnal factory)
(Poppy's coming out to play)
You thought escape was a compromise
But the feeling of dread threads through the lies
Holding back on the fresh start occupied by cries
But the fact remains, We're a broken curse enraged
By the fear of a loneliness unexplained
We can't be tamed, and you're to blame
Exposure made us insane
But can you blame us
We were chained up made to dance with no more spark
So don't shame us
'Cause it's you who'll tap alone in the dark
We were made, with a screw loose in our brain left to rot
Left to be the failures
Followed by an endless sea of whole abominations no longer free
But now that you're here with me, let you see what I mean
(You won't believe your eyes)
(Once you notice)
(What we've got on the inside)
(And if you're like me, you'd know pain from the machine)
(You don't need to fray)
(Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day)
We're gonna break your heart
Once you notice
What we've killed from the inside
Broken toys unsupervised
Back to work my sweet decline
And when disarray
Builds our empire large we'll know to cease the day
From this carnal factory
Now we're rising up today
You won't believe your eyes
Once you notice
What we've got on the inside
Toys all sizes come to life
All the same is your demise
You don't need to fray
Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
In this carnal factory
Poppy's coming out to play
(What we've got on the inside)
(And if you're like me, you'd know pain from the machine)
(You ain't going home)
(You're a slave to the factory line)
(In this carnal factory)
(Toys all sizes come to life)
You won't believe your eyes
Once you notice
What we've got on the inside
Toys all sizes come to life
All the same is your demise
You don't need to fray
Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
In this carnal factory
Poppy's coming out to play
We're on a lockdown close to overnight
Welcome to an isolation
Make way for desolation
We want to play
We haven't ratatat-tatted with a friend or two in a while or few
We've wasted our time
Lampooned and dancing in the dark
Waiting for daylight
Don't let them, know from outside
We're a wilder party than ever seen before
You got caught red handed
No surprise
No place but forward motions
Rainbows of pure emotions
Makes fun a chore
But I'm sure you're familiar with gate crashed parties full of prepped up Barbies
And a violent décor
Your sweet but sensitive deplore
Makes use of our daily fight
Merciful corners will cave into your chest
There's no lifeline on the screen
'Cause we're coming for you next
You won't believe your eyes
Once you notice
What we've got on the inside
Toys all sizes come to life
All the same is your demise
You don't need to fray
Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
In this carnal factory
Poppy's coming out to play
You won't believe your eyes
Once you notice
What we've got on the inside
Toys all sizes come to life
All the same is your demise
You don't need to fray
Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
In this carnal factory
Poppy's coming out to play
(You ain't going home)
(You're a slave to the factory line)
(In this carnal factory)
(Poppy's coming out to play)
You thought escape was a compromise
But the feeling of dread threads through the lies
Holding back on the fresh start occupied by cries
But the fact remains, We're a broken curse enraged
By the fear of a loneliness unexplained
We can't be tamed, and you're to blame
Exposure made us insane
But can you blame us
We were chained up made to dance with no more spark
So don't shame us
'Cause it's you who'll tap alone in the dark
We were made, with a screw loose in our brain left to rot
Left to be the failures
Followed by an endless sea of whole abominations no longer free
But now that you're here with me, let you see what I mean
(You won't believe your eyes)
(Once you notice)
(What we've got on the inside)
(And if you're like me, you'd know pain from the machine)
(You don't need to fray)
(Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day)
We're gonna break your heart
Once you notice
What we've killed from the inside
Broken toys unsupervised
Back to work my sweet decline
And when disarray
Builds our empire large we'll know to cease the day
From this carnal factory
Now we're rising up today
You won't believe your eyes
Once you notice
What we've got on the inside
Toys all sizes come to life
All the same is your demise
You don't need to fray
Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
In this carnal factory
Poppy's coming out to play
(What we've got on the inside)
(And if you're like me, you'd know pain from the machine)
(You ain't going home)
(You're a slave to the factory line)
(In this carnal factory)
Writer(s): William Ryan
