Bendy and the Ink Machine: The Old Song

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 intented 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 kinda concerned, cos 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 ye 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 toward neighbours, in favour of playing a painful riff creating discord - the lurking searchers heard ya so they lurch atcha 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 cos 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 the static though what happened to boris is tragic, we've gotta do that for the gods to be happy dya wannabe 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 Henryyyy! 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 toward neighbours, in favour of playing a painful riff creating discord