Come on, kids! Gather round! It's time to meet a marvel of light and sound He's here for fun, so don't you frown He'll be right here when the reel's rewound
He's Bendy! (The darlin' little devil himself) He's friendly! (Sing and dance and drag you straight to hell!) Descending! (Down to where the wickedness dwells!) Three cents, please! (Take a seat and start completing your will!)
I came back to SillyVision, I really wish I didn't Been here a minute and I instantly wish it good riddance Something's hidden, think I blinked and saw a scribble living Deep within the dope sheet, some unholy tome is written
Uh, was this gig meant to be filled with figments of demonic pigment? I don't think that's proper use of the equipment Syphoning frightening tyrants from the page into existence
No longer on the stage Golden age has gone away Sketchy spooks want to play Sing along or be erased (ho, boy)
More than this place's rep is stained Who'll clean up this ink and paint? Pigment is a stinkin' pain Let alone when it can maim
I've had enough of those rubberhose murder toons Ink overflow, puppet show out to tear me into twos 12 frames a second every one is spellin' certain doom Mowing through a load of goo that's grown into a Joey Drew
Left forgotten on the blotter, we just want a chance to be The creators couldn't save us, you'll be slain by our machine
Think that I might go insane now As I try to solve this mystery But you know that in between the breakdowns You can always find the keys
Darkness roused, no house of mouse Ink pen king pin, you're in my house now No survival kit, chuck your tex-books out No illusion, it's life, and I'm devout
You Kahl yourself an artist? Well, I don't think you even know what art is They say that art is just catharsis That's why my masterpieces are all pieces of carcass!
I had a little Fleischer inspiration, and Iwerks hard for it! Think you can Waltz right in? Take part of it? Singin' Merrie Melodies through Tartarus? You've drawn the line? I gave it life and artifice!
You got my telegram, swear there ain't no parlour tricks Just some pentagrams and a couple candle sticks! Infernal engine wrenchin' Lazarus Through my pen, rendering masochistic avarice
Family fun turned creepy-crawly Frankenstein meets Frank and Ollie Who said smiles had to be jolly? Smile a mile defiling bodies
Silly spooks got hella gory Probably an allegory House of laughter built for slaughterin'! Fun time factory fell to folly
Oh, yeah! Swing it!
Soon enough, you'll come round Embrace this darker art What goes up must come down Everything moves in arcs
Gee whiz!
You've been walking round in cycles And you've had your ups and downs When you passed out we made contact Extremely deep underground
I've been drawing seven circles And that's where he can be found 'Cause these creatures need their sheep So he can free us from these bounds
Can you hear him crawling through the pipes around the sanctum? Your sacrifice will free me from the shell I'm trapped in I've got some questions 'bout the chair that I am strapped in! Hush, little sheep! Come meet a pal o' mine with black wings!
I'm being hunted by unwanted children's picture shows By some unholy ghost that broke out of the Zoetrope The Devil's doodlin' and I guess he found the rotoscope 'Cause now his scrawls can walk the halls of fallen studios
Twisted animator, black magic machinator Don't let 'em get ya, their adventures hurt far less on paper They'll squash and stretch you through the gears of their accursed creation To bring to life a new imagineered abomination
Darkness reigns incarnate at the heart of this machine Just how deep this inkwell goes is remaining to be seen
Think that I might go insane now As I try to solve this mystery But you know that in between the breakdowns You can always find the keys
That's all, folks! Tune in next week! Bye!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
