These pipes that flow from the ink machine
Give life to our little friend moving on the screen
And can be seen moving in the halls behind the scenes
He's listening and always moving
Following and choosing, standing and improving
Then one day you pulled the spring
And you re-animated our little Bendy
He's got a friend called Boris that loves to play
That good ol′ music from the day
In a big large band with all his friends
The clarinet was there for him ′til the end
With a hoot and a toot that's all he′d play
But now he's put up on display
Waitin′ to be animated with no heart
But that's a story for another day
The creators, they lied to us, created us for the Gods
To please them and then make things right and settle up all the odds
We were never supposed to exist in this dimensional plane
Now we suffer it's all your fault and you will know our pain, pain, pain...