(Haha, here we go)
(Roll up, roll up)
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 down 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 (oh 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 rubber hose murder toons
Ink overflow, puppet show out to tear me in twos
Twelve frames a second, every one is spellin' certain doom
Mowing through a load of goo that's grown into what Joey drew
Left forgotten on the blotter
We just want a chance to be
The creator 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
(Haha, yeah, kick it)
(Ooh, haha)
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
So 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 the telegram, swear there ain't no parlor tricks
Just some pentagrams and a couple' candlesticks
Infernal engine wrenchin' Lazarus
Through my pen, rendering masochistic avarice
Family fun turned creepy-crawly
Frankenstein meets Frank and Ollie
Who says 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 in 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 I'm strapped in
Hush, little sheep, come meet a pal o' mine with black wings
I'm being hunted by unwanted children's picture shows (ah)
By some unholy ghost that broke out of the zoetrope (ooh)
The devil's doodlin', and I guess he found the rotoscope
'Cause now his scrawls can walk the halls of fallen studios (that's me)
Twisted animator, black magic machinator
Don't let 'em get ya, their adventures hurt far less on paper
They'll squash and stretch ya' 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
