Doey the doughman (Poppy playtime 4)

Deep in the factory, shadows creep Soft hands reaching while you sleep Warm and friendly? Don't be fooled Behind that grin, he's something cruel Shapes keep shifting, bending tight Dough-made horror in the night One hand, two hands, three and more Stretching, grabbing-run for the door Doye the Doughman, rising high Soft as dough with hollow eyes Twist and turn, he'll pull you in Once you're caught, you won't escape him Colors swirl, his form distorts Smiling wide, but hear the snorts Lost between his shifting minds Kind or cruel? You'll soon find Sinking deep in warm embrace Now you're trapped-you've lost the race Hands keep molding, shaping tight Welcome home... say goodnight Doye the Doughman, rising high Soft as dough with hollow eyes Twist and turn, he'll pull you in Once you're caught, you won't escape him Doye the Doughman, rising high Soft as dough with hollow eyes Twist and turn, he'll pull you in Once you're caught, you won't escape him