Nightmares come to life: a bendy and the ink machine poem
Welcome old friend, how long we've all been waiting
One could say we've been debating
Imagination is real, joey could tell you
He created us with it, cursed us with life
Stabbed through us all, Boris, bendy, and Alice, just like a knife
Though the blood isn't red, it's black! Its ink!
Fill the machine with it all, save us from our freefall
Let the demon lord bendy arise within a blink
Those pentagrams aren't there for nothin' you know, it's true
Though none of this would've happened if it weren't for that damned joey drew
Free us, bendy, free us! How long since we've seen the light
Free us, bendy, free us! Save us from this blight!
So remember this one phrase, drop the fu*king knife,
Remember that's what happens when nightmares come to life!