Verse 1

Creations of the pencil motions spilling out the portions

Of the most sincere emotions of all possible stop-motions

All of the studio's performers are forming the notion

Of deep devotion to this big Joe's ocean of "The Bendy's animation"

Animated mate ate patience in this lonely 'bandoned location

Populated by none other than some guys from a sec-min nation

That was trapped inside' this mansion for an eternal isolation

But now you're here on probation to get their ovations back

Chorus

Whilst Ink machine gives us the innings to decree

That there's no chance to prevent us from being free

You'll need to greet our creed or start to creep

'Cause there's no place here where the ink wouldn't leak

They've been giving light but now they're only giving fright

They seem to be smitten so just meet 'em in this ani-sight

And carry on carring out that scary art's something exciting!

And find out that eventually - this venture's cartoon cannot bite

Verse 2

A concealed in walls and ceiling friendly demon's been unchained

You supposed some silly things but you forgot who's been remaining

Here in dreadful fear waiting for a volunteer, wanting you to feel the pain

You'd never think that thing like ink can kill, it's just some stains of paint

It's not easy to erase us from the memory of our creators

'Cause we're busy erasing' this cloying parallel pair of layers

The infernal guest rises by the glow of the candle sticks

This eternal fest's vices are the things that you'll never fix

Chorus

Whilst Ink machine gives us the innings to decree

That there's no chance to prevent us from being free

You'll need to greet our creed or start to creep

'Cause there's no place here where the ink wouldn't leak

They've been giving light but now they're only giving fright

They seem to be smitten so just meet 'em in this ani-sight

And carry on carring out that scary art's something exciting!

And find out that eventually - this venture's cartoon cannot bite

Verse 3

Don't these shaking shackles make an inkle to you, framer

One of us an angel, well that's how you've claimed her

So sit down for the show, but before, a quick disclaimer:

The following show's not for kids; creation is a stainer!

Your shrinking life's a trinket, like a twinkling candle

Just a little puff and you directly start to dangle

Ready for a bend, now you're a Bendy's Fav. doll

The smiling mouth won't bite, but the fragile mangled fang'll

Count to cinque, hear a clink, skip a chink and sink in ink

You may think it's just our quirk because of my quick wink

You have made a grim grinning reaper for kids gaiety

The gates of hell are open for a meeting with the deity