[Verse] He’s got a plastic grin and a stitched-up stare Little red shoes but he’s not playing fair Lurking in shadows where the night won’t speak His laughter’s sharp His promises bleak [Prechorus] Wind him up Let him spin The game begins You can’t win [Chorus] Playtime’s over It’s your turn to scream Not just a nightmare It’s worse than it seems Tiny hands But they’re pulling the strings Run if you can He’s the king of bad dreams [Verse 2] His words cut deeper than a kitchen blade Your name’s on the list of the deals he made The eyes of a doll But they burn like fire He’s got a soul full of dark desire [Bridge] Tick-tock The clock won’t wait He’s got a laugh that seals your fate A plastic heart But it beats with hate Close your eyes It’s far too late [Chorus] Playtime’s over It’s your turn to scream Not just a nightmare It’s worse than it seems Tiny hands But they’re pulling the strings Run if you can He’s the king of bad dreams
