Trevor’s Inked Obsession

(hm-hm-hmmm, hm-hm-hmmm) Trevor sits beneath the flickering light

Sketching your smile into the deep of night

With ink on his fingers and a mind decayed

He worships every single line you made

He hears the gears begin to grind (tick tock,

tick tock) You're stepping right out of his mind

Bendy, oh Bendy, the ink starts to flow

Trevor is waiting for your cartoon show!

With a grinning face and a heart of lead He’ll follow your

footsteps until he is dead!

He built a shrine inside the old machine room

Surrounding himself with the scent of doom

He whispers your name to the dripping walls

Waiting for the master when the shadow falls

Draw the circle, spill the stain

Take away the creator's pain

Trevor's dancing in the dark

Leaving behind the human spark! (hahahaha)

Just a drawing on the page...

Now you're stepping off the stage...

Goodbye, Trevor...