Purple Nightmares vs Broken Games
Lyrics
Intro
[distorted tape hiss, distant children laughing]
(He always comes back…)
(I want to play a game…)
Verse 1 – William Afton
Springlock smile
purple suit, dry grin
I build funhouse coffins
let the kids walk in
Security tape
see the rabbit in frame
corpse in a mascot
that’s immersive game
I’m the bite, I’m the blood
on a birthday cake
you’re a dying old man
throwing tests on the fake
You chain up adults
just to lecture and preach
I lure kids with balloons
and a prize in reach
I stuff ‘em in fur
let the metal jam shut
you tape up your sermons
I rip stomachs and guts
You’re obsessed with a trike
and a doll that squeaks
I got whole pizzerias
screaming every week
Crying kid in the jaw
yeah, I started the trend
whole city full of rumors
and it still won’t end
I survived every fire
charred suit, slow clap
you just cough in the dark
in a hospital trap
I’m the glitch in the code
in your favorite screen
you’re a bitter little cancer
on a rusted machine
Chorus
William vs Jigsaw
death in stereo
one plays with children
one plays with bones
haunted arcade
rusted hospital glow
two sick minds
one messed up show
Pick your poison
pick your stage
purple rabbit
or the rusted cage
Sinners, angels
all the same
who owns fear?
who runs the game? (hey!)
Verse 2 – Jigsaw
Name’s Kramer
I carve lessons in skin
you just slaughter for sport
I make monsters from sin
You see children as stock
just meat in a suit
I see addicts and abusers
and I hand them the truth
I wake them in chains
with a riddle and clock
want salvation?
chew through bone, break lock
I gave a junkie the choice
carve out keys from her man
you gave your own son
to a killer’s plan
You hid in a costume
in a cheap kids’ joint
I sat still in the blood
just to prove a point
You call it “fun”?
that’s lazy, kid
you stabbed in the dark
never faced what you did
I confessed in my work
put my cancer on screen
every test, every tape
had a purpose, a theme
You glitched out a hallway
swinging knife through a vent
I orchestrated a war
with a single cassette
You’re just urges and ego
wrapped in fur and foam
I turned victims to judges
made their pain a home
Chorus
William vs Jigsaw
death in stereo
one plays with children
one plays with bones
haunted arcade
rusted hospital glow
two sick minds
one messed up show
Pick your poison
pick your stage
purple rabbit
or the rusted cage
Sinners, angels
all the same
who owns fear?
who runs the game?
Verse 3 – William Afton
You “save” them by shredding
lungs under glass
shotguns on chains
razors under the mask
You think that’s mercy?
that’s ego in scrubs
a bitter old bastard
with a puzzle club
I killed for the thrill
for the silence after
for the echo of steps
for the twisted laughter
I wore my own crime
like a second skin
heard “I always come back”
start looping within
Trapped in the suit
springlock pins in my neck
thirty years in the dark
rats chewing my flesh
Then I rose as the glitch
in their safety net
in the menu, in the music
I was not done yet
I puppeteered my own son
through a headset hell
turned his bedroom screams
to a neat hotel
You needed disciples
to carry your hate
I just needed a night shift
and a lock on the gate
Your traps can be beaten
by some desperate jerk
my mazes and jumps
short out the work