Ghastly Chiller
One step away from toys in the attic
One right there, aaahh
Diggin through the chest one hand after the other
Dig down craft
Spider fingers sifting through the rattles yet not found
Nada no is not there
Huum where is this thing, thing where ain't it here?
No! It just ain't not at all
Maybe behind the closet just there in the dark shadiest corner
Right next is this the puff herd the soccer ball
Or just a little bit of playdough?
Well this ain't what I am looking for, I need something better
Something that can be played around with, a toy that is fun
Knock that a little bit
So just one step next to the fixture there is a lose one
Still slightly strong but heavy yet lifted what's underneath
Is it or ain't it a toy
Hmm this can't be it, this is just another tool
I could use it somewhere but what for
It ain't a toy, no no nooo it won't be doesn't need
Okay look that over there, another basket
Doesn't he wanne be kicked, its kracked that one but still there
But what's this a pile of cloth
It looks like rags, it's got a drag it's like a moisture sticky
And yet it smears onto that plank, oh let's put it over there
This won't be where I was looking for now, anyway
Here it is, a basement key with underground shadows
The dark corners of the dungeon of toys that nobody needs
The unplayed ones
One right there, aaahh
Diggin through the chest one hand after the other
Dig down craft
Spider fingers sifting through the rattles yet not found
Nada no is not there
Huum where is this thing, thing where ain't it here?
No! It just ain't not at all
Maybe behind the closet just there in the dark shadiest corner
Right next is this the puff herd the soccer ball
Or just a little bit of playdough?
Well this ain't what I am looking for, I need something better
Something that can be played around with, a toy that is fun
Knock that a little bit
So just one step next to the fixture there is a lose one
Still slightly strong but heavy yet lifted what's underneath
Is it or ain't it a toy
Hmm this can't be it, this is just another tool
I could use it somewhere but what for
It ain't a toy, no no nooo it won't be doesn't need
Okay look that over there, another basket
Doesn't he wanne be kicked, its kracked that one but still there
But what's this a pile of cloth
It looks like rags, it's got a drag it's like a moisture sticky
And yet it smears onto that plank, oh let's put it over there
This won't be where I was looking for now, anyway
Here it is, a basement key with underground shadows
The dark corners of the dungeon of toys that nobody needs
The unplayed ones
Credits
Writer(s): Emanuel Emil Sebastian Hediger
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