Playtime Co. Is Closed

Lyrics

Intro
Welcome to the fucking factory
Welcome to the goddamn show
Doors rust shut behind you
Sign still flickers: Playtime Co.

Verse 1
Paint peeling off the walls
Long halls, long gone payroll
Posters of smiling mascots
All rotted, eyes like black holes

Conveyor belts stay frozen
But the toys sure fucking ain’t
Little plastic teeth all chattering
Red smear, that’s not paint

Saw a bear with half a face
Stitched grin, jagged as a knife
Tag says “Hug Me Please”
Grip says “Beg for your life”

Tiny trucks in a bloody track
Dolls lined up like a cult
One blinked, then cracked a smile
Heard “Run, bitch” in a croak

Chorus
Playtime Co. is closed (it’s closed)
But they keep clocking in (clock in)
Every cute-ass face you see
Got a demon tucked within (tucked in)

Fuck your flashlight, shit turns off
When they wanna hunt your soul
If the slogan says “We love kids”
Read the truth in bullet holes

Playtime Co. is closed (it’s dead)
But the toys don’t fucking know
You ain’t here to make a purchase
You the show, they the crows

Verse 2
Assembly line of nightmares
Heads roll past my feet
One giggles, starts to talk
“I remember how they screamed”

Vents breathe like a beast
Metal ribs, rusted lung
Something skitters overhead
Laugh track loaded in its tongue

Found a memo on the floor
Coffee stains, shaky pen
“Shut it down, they disobey
We don’t make friends, we make them”

Furry mascot in the shadows
Big hands, long-ass arms
Says “High five” on the billboard
Says “Die slow” in his palms

Plastic pony by the doorway
Guts full of nails and glass
Cute little sticker on its side:
“Best day ever” on your ass

Chorus
Playtime Co. is closed (lock it)
But the choir still sings in code
Little voices through the intercom
“Come play” in a glitchy tone

Fuck your courage, fuck your map
Every hallway curls and folds
Every exit sign’s a joke
Every joke turns ice cold

Playtime Co. is closed (it’s gone)
But the toys don’t clock that out
They just clock you, count to ten
Then they hunt you for the clout

Bridge
[Beat drops to sparse bass, distant choir swells]
Who pressed “start” on this hell?
Who fed hate into the mold?
Who sold childhood in a box
Then stuffed souls in every doll?

Sirens never fucking came
Phones rang, then they were cut
Now the only line still open
Is your throat if you slip up (yeah)

Chorus
Playtime Co. is closed (it’s cursed)
But tonight they got a guest (that’s you)
Every “try me” button pressed
Every monster at its best

Fuck a happy ending, bitch
This ain’t that kind of show
If you make it to the daylight
You’ll still hear them in your bones

Playtime Co. is closed (it’s done)
But the legend’s spreading slow
Tell the kids to keep their distance
Where the dead toys still play host at Playtime Co.