Claws

(Wicked people lie)
(And down the line)
(In cramped coffins they'll lie)

Ya wanna put me in a fishbowl
Watch me all the time as if I were a fish
And when I don't do something you wish
Ya stop feeding me and let me perish

You deny my anguish
Also deny it when I say you're selfish
You downplay all my issues
Then ask me why this house's walls are full of fissures

You create a worse version of me
That only exists in your stories
But I got a worse version of you
That exists in my memories

You pretend to offer me your hand to hold
And scratch me with your claws
After all, I'm your stuffed toy
I'm nothing more (nothing more)
There is nothing to do
Perhaps my family squabbles
Were already foretold (foretold)
You pretend to offer me your hand to hold
And scratch me with your claws
(Claws, claws, claws, claws)
And scratch me with your claws
(Claws, claws, claws)

The gold isn't up for grabs for all (for all)
This whole place's a dollhouse
We're nothing but a bunch of dolls
Time slows down (slow down)

The only thing that sets us apart are
The crowns that sit atop our heads
Then we'll all just be dead
In a graveyard

You pretend to offer me your hand to hold
And scratch me with your claws
After all, I'm your stuffed toy
I'm nothing more
(Nothing more)
(Nothing more)
(Nothing more)