Ink and Horns

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Lyrics

Verse 1
Step in the ink room, boots get soaked
Walls got a pulse and the old pipes spoke
Black goo on the floor like it knows my name
Every door in this place play a rigged-up game

Sammy in the shadows with a cracked-out grin
He pray to a cartoon like a sick little sin
Henry back in the halls with the past on his back
And the whole damn studio gone thin and black

You hear that whir? That machine still feeds
Spits out a beast from the scraps and seeds
Old reel tape talk, “keep the project alive”
But the paint on the truth got a knife inside

Pre-Chorus
Don’t blink, don’t stare
It moves when you’re scared
Hear that drip in the dark?
That’s a mark on your heart

Chorus
Ink machine, ink machine
Pull me deep, pull me clean
Ink machine, ink machine
Where the hell have you been?
Bendy smile, devil grin
Let the nightmare crawl back in
Ink machine, ink machine
We don’t leave, we just sink

Verse 2
Bendy on the wall, little king of the lie
Black eyes cut through when the ink gets high
Alice in the halls with a voice like glass
Angel on a throne made of broken class

Search for the valves while the boilers scream
Each turn of a crank feeds a worse damn dream
Tom in the dark like a brick-wall threat
Grant me mercy? Boy, I ain’t there yet

Lost One by the desk with a face gone slack
Half a man still drags his fear right back
Projection on the screen, grin stretched wide
But the floorboards creak with the things inside

Pre-Chorus
Don’t run, don’t pray
The aisle leads astray
Ink on your sleeve
Means the room won’t leave

Verse 3
Chapter by chapter, the lies get loud
Ink everywhere like a funeral cloud
Search the old studio, find the hidden signs
Mickey-concept dreams with the throat ripped fine

There’s a throne in the studio, a beast in the chain
A god made of sketches and a river of pain
You can run from the choir, from the hiss, from the stain
But the ink knows your steps when it floods your brain

Henry got dragged through the loops and loops
Same damn corridor, same damn swoop
Every memory twisted, every hallway bent
And the final door open like a bad omen sent

Bridge
Half-time drop
Tape hiss, then silence
One light, cold violence
Hear the old reel turn?
That’s the part where you learn

The machine don’t sleep
It just digs you deep
Made of dreams and rage
Locked in a paper cage

Outro
Black ink on the floor, black ink on my hands
Studio full of ghosts and the devil’s demands
If you hear that hum from the far back room
Better say your prayers or get swallowed by the gloom
Bendy laugh in the wall, let it echo, let it ring
In the house of the ink, we all answer to the machine

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