Yarn and Box

Lyrics

Intro
Yarnaby...
Boxy Boo...
Let's go

Chorus
Tear the playroom down
Tear the playroom down
Yarnaby bites, Boxy go boom
Tear the playroom down
Tear the playroom down
Hide in the dark, get lost in the room

Verse 1
I came stitched up mean in the Project play
Long limbs snap out when the lights decay
Smiling like a glitch in the daycare frame
One wrong move, and the whole place caves
I hang from the rafters, swing through the scare
Pulling kids from the shadows, drifting in air
That Yarnaby lore, yeah, they built me to bite
A fuzzy damn nightmare with a hunger for light
You hear that squeak when I scrape that wall
GrabPack hands better pray they don't stall
I know the routes, I know the vents
I know what you did in the Hour of Joy, don't forget
Playtime Co. got blood in the code
Mascot face on a haunted road
I don't need claws when I got that reach
I drag your fear right outta the cheeks

Chorus
Tear the playroom down
Tear the playroom down
Yarnaby bites, Boxy go boom
Tear the playroom down
Tear the playroom down
Hide in the dark, get lost in the room

Verse 2
Boxy Boo in the box, pop out, surprise
Jack-in-the-shit with the dead doll eyes
I been in the red smoke, I been in the drop
Turn a clean little corridor into a chop shop
Poof, I’m there when the music cuts
Metal face grin and the floorboard buck
Rattle in the ceiling, scratch in the vent
You hear that little laugh? It means I’m sent
I was made for the fright, for the lure, for the chase
For the panic that floods every kid in the place
That Mystery Box shit? Yeah, open at your risk
One peek and your heartbeat starts to trip and skip
I’m the toy-box terror in the blackout zone
With a flick of the latch, I’mma crack your bones
You run from the pop, from the warp, from the flash
From the factory halls where the painted walls crash

Pre-Chorus
Shh, hear the gears start groan
Every floorboard knows
When the monsters come home
Lock it, but it won't hold

Chorus
Tear the playroom down
Tear the playroom down
Yarnaby bites, Boxy go boom
Tear the playroom down
Tear the playroom down
Hide in the dark, get lost in the room

Verse 3
I climb through the tunnel where the Poppy blood ran cold
Past the busted-up labs and the stories left untold
Mommy Don’t you remember how the gas filled the halls?
How the smiling little monsters kept climbing the walls?
I seen the tapes, I seen the names
Seen the smoke in the vents and the ruined game
Prototype whispers in the static hiss
Like a crown in the dark with a broken wrist
You bring that train-yard swagger? Cute
I’m the thing in the fuzz that your flashlight mute
When the music box ticks and the alarms scream red
I’m already on you, one step ahead
I don’t battle for clout, I battle for scraps
For the last bit of oxygen trapped in the traps
For the kid in the cage with the stickered-up jar
For the scream in the ceiling and the body scar

Verse 4
Yeah, I’m Boxy Boo, I don’t need no throne
I pop from a crate like a curse with chrome
In the Make-A-Friend haze and the conveyor heat
I turn every rhythm into a panic beat
You talk big lore, but I’m in the scene
In the chapter where the doors slam mean
Where the lights go dead and the sirens tear
I’m the jump-scare king with the vacant stare
I don't just haunt, I ambush, I lunge
Leave a whole damn squad with a messed up hunch
Yarnaby, you stitched-up freak, you can bark all day
But I’m