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