Lyrics: Dean M DiMarzo
Music: Dean M DiMarzo
You're had tour freedom for
Two hundred and eleven days
Let's count the ways I could
Destroy your world with the
Machine in the palm of my hands
I've found a need for you
It's time to come out and play
So don't delay
We have a guest in bendyland
The daughter of the auteur the animator
Desecrator of our blessed machine
The one who's caught in between
I need a few helping hands
So lend some aid to the man
Who sealed the demon away
YOUR HERO AND YOUR SAVIOR!
I hold the ink that gave you life
You're my creation
I'm the father of a generation
So bring me that half-human abomination
I'm sending out the call to fight
For every
Inch of your wretched ink-drenched hellscape
Bring that girl to me
I'll ask a favor
There's another stranger
Wandering around these halls
Your deadline is coming
So be of service
Now I know your purpose
For I need the hands of an artist
We're back at the start
Bring her to me
Our dearest visitor
Your wlcome will be less than warm
You're been transformed
Transfigurated into something fresh and new
You've met our prisoner
He's recently taken form
He's been reborn
And just like me
He just can't
Wait to get his hands on you!
I hold the ink that gave tou life
You're my creation
I'm the father of a generation
So now we're gonna have a little demonstration
Let's see how tou put up a fight
For every
Child of this old cursed machine
I'm sending out the call
I'll ask a favor
There's another stranger
Wandering around these halls
Your deadline is coming
So be of service
Now I know your purpose
For I need the hands of an artist
We're back at the start
Bring her to me
...
You're an intruder in our world
The only other folks here who can
Say a word have gone completely mad
The sleeping beast has been disturbed
Oh,Bendy
Hunt her down to the end of the earth
AND BRING HER TO ME I DON'T
CARE HOW MANY PIECES
So,now you know the danger
Lurking deep inside these halls
YOUR DEADLINE'S HERE!
Our dearest audrey
Thought that afied all we'd
Been through she could
Stop us now
The demon is hunting
So be of service
Now I know your puprose
For the time has come for the harvest
So tear her apapt
I need the hands of an artist
We're back at the start
Bring her to me