Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slave To The Factory Line, artist - Dagames. Date of issue: 19.11.2021
Song language: English
Slave To The Factory Line |
| 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) |