[Intro]
Sthe prototype the god of the poppy playtime factory,
don't bite the hand that feeds you, my son, he can make you better you can, fix you he can do you good he captures you for your good not to do you harm if you fell he will fix you if you are going to die he will not allow it And if you die forever part of him will be with his big and long legs with sharp tips he takes care of you and watches over you while he experiments so that you survivehadows whisper in the factory glow,
A legend etched in chrome and glue.
[Verse 1]
Prototype dreamer with a patient smile,
He offers repairs, a curious guide.
But every squeeze and secret fix
Binds you closer to the factory side.
[Pre-Chorus]
He says, don’t fear the hands that mend,
They’make you whole, they’re built to tend.
[Chorus]
If you stumble, he’ll lift you up again,
If you whisper for mercy, he won’t pretend.
He watches, waits, with careful intent,
To keep you breathing in his patent’s scent.
[Verse 2]
Long legs walk the corridors of chrome,
Sharp tips gleam where the lights don’t reach.
He cradles you softly, then tests your fate,
In his patient grip, you learn to seek.
[Pre-Chorus]
He says, trust the craft that feeds you life,
Through tangled gears and iron strife.
[Chorus]
If you stumble, he’ll lift you up again,
If you whisper for mercy, he won’t pretend.
He watches, waits, with careful intent,
To keep you breathing in his patent’s scent.
[Bridge]
Not to harm, but to fix your broken sighs,
A ritual of care beneath metallic skies.
If you fade, a part of him remains,
In every heartbeat that still sustains.
[Chorus]
If you stumble, he’ll lift you up again,
If you whisper for mercy, he won’t pretend.
He watches, waits, with careful intent,
To keep you breathing in his patent’s scent.
[Outro]
So trust the hands that feed you through the night,
In the glow of gears, you’ll find the light.
