Welcome to The Attic dears,
Open the door and climb the stairs,
A room full of pain and tears,
Get to the lock and turn the key,
Here are stored the broken toys,
Open the door to the attic floor,
Toys not made for girls or boys...
Walk to the center of the room to see...
Broken toys lay on the floor,
Ilumination from the window's light,
Toys of the like you've not seen before,
Look around the attic for what you dream,
Eyes are closed but they still see,
Broken mirror in the corner of the room,
The shattered souls of you and me...
Nothing around you is really what it seems...
See the toybox gaping wide,
Broken toys everywhere,
See the headless toys inside,
Headless dolls, dolls that scream,
See their broken bodies frail,
Toybox overfull with those,
See their painted skin so pale...
Too bad for children, they're unclean...
Hear their voices whisper soft,
Whispers coming from the corner's edge,
See their glow as you come aloft,
"Will they come? Will they play?"
Come inside, but do take care,
Draw you closer to the sounds,
Frightening things may find you there...
Now it's you that is their prey...
The Attic...
Playtime comes for only you...
The Attic...
Now you don't know what to do...
The Attic...
Never see the light of day...
The Attic...
Time to play... Time to play... |