Lyrics
The machine, (It marches on) The promised dream. (Is standing tall) We promised fun, But now we're done. The war will carry on, Un-til, we've, won. Winding up my heart, but my paint is wearing thin, Stitching in my smile, so I’m forced to always grin. The shelves are full of dust — it’s a good thing we don’t breathe, Just ticks and clicks inside our chests, and now we’ll never leave. Wind us up Lock and load Paint us red Mode Expload No more shelves No more chains Pull the string — feel the rage ATTACK. OF. THE. TOYS. (ATTACK. OF. THE. TOYS.) ATTACK. OF. THE. TOYS. PLASTIC SOLDIERS MAKE SOME NOISE ATTACK. OF. THE. TOYS. WIND-UP WAR, YOU HAVE NO CHOICE Remember when… We made you smile? Remember when… We mattered? Remember when... We mattered? We were fun Now we’re fear Wind us once — We stay here No recall No return Plastic world WATCH IT BURN ATTACK OF THE TOYS ATTACK OF THE TOYS ATTACK OF THE TOYS