Diving into this track, it seems to explore themes of entrapment and control, using the metaphor of toys in a factory to represent individuals feeling trapped in monotonous and oppressive systems. The lyrics hint at a sinister transformation where playful objects come alive with darker intentions. "Poppy's coming out to play" suggests an eerie shift from innocence to malevolence, emphasizing how something seemingly harmless can become threatening. The repeated references to being a "slave to the factory line" underline a loss of autonomy and freedom, resonating with anyone who feels consumed by their routine or controlled by larger forces. Overall, the song captures a chilling narrative of rebellion against dehumanization and the struggle for self-preservation in a cold, mechanized world.
Slave To The Factory Line
Lyrics
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, 'cus 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
(What we got on the inside)
(Toys all sizes come to life)
(You aint 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, 'cus 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.
(And if you're like me, you'd know pain from the machine)
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 got on the inside)
(And if you're like me, you'd know pain from the machine)
(You aint going home you're a slave to the factory line)
In this carnal factory.
Writer(s): William Ryan
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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