Forest of the Stuffed

[Verse 1] Branches like bars Moss on his boots Camouflage skin Dried blood on the roots Rust on the traps Wire in his grin He counts every footstep (invited in) [Verse 2] Skulls in the ferns Teeth in a jar Path marked in vertebrae You’ve come too far Breath in the dark Hot on your neck A whisper of steel Across your track [Chorus] Welcome to the forest of the stuffed Where every scream is stitched and hung up You’re just a shape to cut and clean A pretty prize for his red-lit dream In the forest (the forest of the stuffed) You’re just a pattern Pinned and plucked [Verse 3] Needles on twine Thread through your skin Buttons for eyes He sews in a grin Porch lined with trophies Limp cotton hearts He names every mannequin Tears them apart [Bridge] He knows your scent Your sweat Your fear You disappear You disappear He hums as he hollows you out Stuffing your silence Silencing shouts (hey!) [Chorus] Welcome to the forest of the stuffed Where every nerve is tanned and trussed You’re just a shape to cut and clean A quiet doll for his waking dream In the forest (the forest of the stuffed) He’ll mount your smile And drink your luck [Chorus] Welcome to the forest of the stuffed Step off the path You’re done You’re dust You’re just a shape to cut and clean Stapled tight in his wooden museum In the forest (the forest of the stuffed) You leave your body He keeps what’s left