The Stupendium [Alice Angel Rap] Cells no more

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BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE SONG (CELLS NO MORE) by The Stupendium [LYRICS]

VERSE 1:
Sharpen your pencils, seal the room.
You think I’m mental? I think you’re doomed!
Experimental death cartoons
Have crossed the mantle, you’re marooned.
By rising tides of inky gloom
Deprived of life and after you
Well done, you survived chapter two
But there’s much more you have to do.

I can feel my sins beating in my skin, ink is seeping in.
Shriek at every creak, this evil steeple that I’m creeping in
Not a peep, you know the creatures will be listening
There won’t be a happy jingle when I meet my end.
Reams of paper sheets just weren’t feasible to keep them in
Inky teeth beneath that seek to eat hand that keeps the pen.
Scream or beg or plead these demons won’t concede to reasoning
Tragic movie magic shouldn’t really let the reaper in
If it’s true the pen is stronger than the sword
What am I supposed to do when the pen declares a war?
I apologise if I haven’t mentioned it before
But brandishing an axe is not a tactic I adore!

It’s impractical for tackling attackers who are drawn
To the fact that I am battling satanic graphic spawn
I’ll get some practice in by slashing through these splashes on the floor
But for every splat I hack the pentagram attracts some more

CHORUS:
Forget what you think you know
Some angels come from down below.
So light box off, peg-bar the door
‘Cus we’re not locked in cells no more.
You don’t know what it means
When people say that ink can bleed.
If you think you’ve seen hell before
Well we’re not locked in cells no more.

VERSE 2:
Meet, Alice! She’s a devil of a dame!
She’s here to test your mettle and you’ll never be the same.
There’s some horns beneath her halo so it’s helpless to pray
She’s a hell of a gal! Don’t believe what’s in her name!
If Betty Boop and Lucifer were merged onto a frame
You’d make a glamorous sadomasochist who’s out to play.
A vaudevillian killin’ just to revel in the pain
But don’t delay, you’ve got lots of levels left to play.
She may have fell from Heaven but she’s anything but saint
If you’re running out of breath then get your ventolin and spray.
But you won’t delay your fate unless you let her have her way
We’re painting death by numbers and your guts will be the paint!
You’ve been running hell for leather but it’s better if you stay
‘Cus we’ll leave your legs severed ‘fore you ever get away.
Make a choice! Pick a door! Quit betting on escape!
There’s a secret that you’re seeking and she’s showing you the way!

CHORUS:
Forget what you think you know
Some angels come from down below.
So light box off, peg-bar the door
‘Cus we’re not locked in cells no more.
You don’t know what it means
When people say that ink can bleed.
If you think you’ve seen hell before
Well we’re not locked in cells no more.

VERSE 3:
Now I’m huddled ‘tween the puddles and there’s something coming at me
But, Alice set me tasks so i really mustn’t dally.
If I let her catch me slacking she would hack me up and add me
To the carpet made of carcass in this dark uncanny valley.
It’s absurd, man! Characters are crawling up the walls!
I’ll bet Burbank doesn’t have the this problem at all!
Seems, Lucifer is in a skirt and crooning through the halls
And all hell is breaking loose if her amusements aren’t indulged.
So draw the curtains, draw the blinds
There’s nowhere left to hide this time.
Draw your lots and stand in line
You might survive ‘til chapter five.
You’ve just earned a private screening
Grab your popcorn, quit your screaming.
Drawn and quartered gets new meaning
Think that might be ink your bleeding.
Dancing demon’s been a’ scheming
Secrets still that need revealing.
Now it’s time start believing
Alice doesn’t want you leaving!