Bendy and the Ink Machine: The Old Song (Explicit) 歌詞
Bendy and the Ink Machine: The Old Song (Explicit) - Dan Bull
Lyrics by：Dan Bull
Composed by：Dan Bull
Welcome back
Have you ever woken up inside
A pentagram memory blank
'Til you remember why you're
Sent by a temperamental man
Who sent a ranting letter
That presents a certain mental plan
In contravention of intended
Function like a dental dam
But you better lend a hand
Or you'll get reprimanded and
Left like a gentle lamb
Defenceless next to Slenderman
We're kind of concerned 'cause
Sammy's having an epiphany
Harping on he's highly
Strung and tenser than a timpani
So many instrumental references
This is a symphony
Can I get an amen for that
Come on give me some sympathy
The leaky Ink Machine is
Clogging and blocking the hallways
Oi mate wait up or I'll probably be soggy
And stuck here all day
Oh great how rude a failure to communicate
You should move the bacon soup
The gate'll soon be raised and through you race
Into another room to ruminate
Locate the music station
A booth a bass a spooky tape
That you can play what Susie says on
Hidden between piano keys is an evil anarchy
Ebonies and ivories are sapping at your sanity
Melodies are maladies attacking your anatomy
Hidden between piano keys is an evil anarchy
Reanimating latent hate and raising rifts
Towards neighbours in favour of
Playing a painful riff creating discord
The lurking searchers heard you so they lurch at you
They're determined to convert you
To the inverted church of murk and gloom
Hurting you they're certain to
And if you desert they'll murder you
They'll turn you to the turbid
Goo you swerve in dirty loos
You might be sacrificed to
Idols scribed in black and white
Only the flesh inside can
Satisfy their appetite
Demonically magic dramatically
Monochromatically manic
We're morally panicked 'cause
Sammy is one enigmatic fanatic
Emphatically honest but gone in the faculties
Obviously gone through traumatic things
Talking erratically logic is lacking
He's properly batshit belongs in a box that is padded
And strapped up in cuffs and a jacket
And locked in the attic he's chatting a lot
Hearing classical songs in the static
Though what happened to Boris is tragic
We've got to do that for the Gods to be happy
Do you want to be dragged in the blackest of swamps
Wally franks running back to the Bronx
This isn't yonkers it's bonkers
Novelty gloves are packing a punch
Henry hey stop running away that ain't very friendly
Come back and play a game straight away
With your favourite mate Bendy
Hidden between piano keys is an evil anarchy
Ebonies and ivories are sapping at your sanity
Melodies are maladies attacking your anatomy
Hidden between piano keys is an evil anarchy
Reanimating latent hate and raising rifts
Towards neighbours in favour of
Playing a painful riff creating discord