Mr. Hopp

Dreams or whispers in the dark

He feeds on apathy and heartbeats, partly an entity of one of us

Simply put, he's tetherin' the souls from all their hearts

Dreamin' somethin' real now

She's been dreamin' somethin' real now

Somethin' wrong and wicked, evil intuition

Every time I get a little too scared, I end up hurting myself

Dreamin', dreamin' of a way out, out, out of this playhouse

Every time I get a little too scared, I end up hurting myself

Dreamin', dreamin' of a way out, out, out of this playhouse, yeah

An orphanage like a cemetery night shift

Found a box with unordinary doll gifts

Funny thing Mr. Hopp lived to haunt another

An entity in the family passed from other mothers

Gotta believe it's a dream, son of a demon

It needs part of a human to please all of the evil it brings

Somethin' wrong and wicked, evil intuition

Every time I get a little too scared, I end up hurting myself

Dreamin', dreamin' of a way out, out, out of this playhouse

Every time I get a little too scared, I end up hurting myself

Dreamin', dreamin' of a way out, out, out of this playhouse

Break, tucked away in a box

Thought they were cute, but they're not

Embodiment of evil, scattered like props

Mr. Hopp says the entity's not dead

Pulling at the strings, he's the master of puppets

Mr. Stripes speeds around in the night

Like a heist he hides, stealing all their thoughts in their mind

Ms. Bo, she's the mimic of voices

One second she's here, but then disappears without notice

The underworld is a cruel place, won't sugarcoat it

The death toll is a mean one with high quotas

Hit the sad ones, easy targets

Happen to be children without families and so the demon's are laughing

Every time I get a little too scared, I end up hurting myself

Dreamin', dreamin' of a way out, out, out of this playhouse

Every time I get a little too scared, I end up hurting myself

Dreamin', dreamin' of a way out, out, out of this playhouse