[Verse 1]
\nStep inside, I wanna take you for a ride
\nThis elevating sequel's gonna feast on scanning eyes
\nDripping rainbows at the dead silence of night
\nWe'll terrorize the masses and their fear immortalized
\nBeelzebub, the shining splotch splat in the green
\nRunning to and fro, the cast is weaving down the seams
\nTaking time to scheme, dream up the big scene
\nThe studio lights streaming beams so bright
\nI'm blinded by the efforts to retreat
\nTrickling, it's such a thing to sing a song of greed
\nFlickering, a warning sign that stumbles to your feet
\nAsk me please, what can I do to help you ease in?
\nEvery flick of pain inflicted where he's been
\nOnly takes a handful careful steps or two to know
\nBehind the scenes, a masked fiend running rampant runs the show!
\nOh, the shock, get the shot stopped, scene is on lock
\nForce the curtains open, Bendy, here we go
\n
\n[Pre-Chorus]
\nSee, it's nice to pin a star so bright
\nClose, encompassing your every sights
\nGlance at all the noise, watch twisted minds arise from focal prize
\nIt's time the angel did what he defied
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nBendy
\nThe malleable stretch of cartoons do commend me
\nWhen I run these errands effortlessly
\nFortnights come and go, you play a plethora of shows
\nBut the clocks are running circles, ticking, passing days, they go
\nSave me
\nA terror where the paper tears, no ending
\nTo this labyrinth so condescending
\nPressure is descending and ink quality is low
\nAs the room size's spreading vastly and the lift shifts to a slow
\n
\n[Verse 2]
\nTwist the key, box the truth away
\nBecause you know that if it bursts out all the talk is down the drain
\nExtend the picture, but that doesn't make sense
\nIf you want a fruitful movie then you gotta pay the cents!
\nThe devil's hiding and you know he'll stay behind
\n'Cause banking on the reel means drying up the inky tides
\nTaking time to dream, think up the next big scheme
\nThe epitome of trickery to misdirect the ever-flowing stream
\nSabotage potential at corrections missed so true
\nThe cheering crowd's too busy hyping up the interlude
\nCan't you see what's become of such an evil team
\nOf deformed blots so eager to exploit the pleads
\nOnly takes a everyman to glare through blackened webs
\nTo understand how easily a ticket fee is spent
\nOh, the shock, the dough's rolling in like it's hot
\nForce the doors wide open, Bendy, start the show
\n
\n[Pre-Chorus]
\nSee, it's nice to pin a star so bright
\nClose, encompassing your every sights
\nGlance at all the noise, watch twisted minds arise from focal prize
\nIt's time the angel did what he defied
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nBendy
\nThe malleable stretch of cartoons do commend me
\nWhen I run these errands effortlessly
\nFortnights come and go, you play a plethora of shows
\nBut the clocks are running circles, ticking, passing days, they go
\nSave me
\nA terror where the paper tears, no ending
\nTo this labyrinth so condescending
\nPressure is descending and ink quality is low
\nAs the room size's spreading vastly and the lift shifts to a slow
\nBendy
\nThe malleable stretch of cartoons do commend me
\nWhen I run these errands effortlessly
\nFortnights come and go, you play a plethora of shows
\nBut the clocks are running circles, ticking, passing days, they go
\nSave me
\nA terror where the paper tears, no ending
\nTo this labyrinth so condescending
\nPressure is descending and ink quality is low
\nAs the room size's spreading vastly and the lift shifts to a slow\n\n
