[00:00.000] 作词 : Dan Bull
[00:00.216] 作曲 : Dan Bull
[00:00.433] The Old Song (Acapella)
[00:03.426] Lyrics, Composition & Vocals by Dan Bull
[00:06.773] Produced by Oxygen Beats
[00:09.471]
[00:12.006] (Welcome back)
[00:12.671]
[00:13.450] Have you ever woken up inside a pentagram
[00:16.281] Memory blank
[00:17.170] 'Til you remember why you're sent
[00:18.896] By a temperamental man
[00:20.590] Who sent a ranting letter
[00:21.980] That presents a certain mental plan
[00:23.987] In contravention of intended function
[00:26.300] Like a dental dam
[00:27.427] But you better lend a hand
[00:29.043] Or you'll get reprimanded and
[00:30.804] Left like a gentle lamb
[00:32.460] Defenceless next to Slenderman
[00:34.265] We're kind of concerned
[00:35.664] 'Cause Sammy's having an epiphany
[00:37.685] Harping on, he's highly strung
[00:39.377] And tenser than a timpani
[00:41.139] So many instrumental references
[00:42.842] This is a symphony
[00:44.515] Can I get an "Amen" for that?
[00:46.110] Come on, give me some sympathy
[00:48.057] The leaky Ink Machine
[00:49.458] Is clogging and blocking the hallways
[00:51.337] Oi mate
[00:52.218] Wait up or I'll probably be soggy
[00:53.480] And stuck here all day
[00:54.869] Oh great, how rude
[00:55.965] A failure to communicate
[00:57.755] You should move the bacon soup
[00:59.564] The gate'll soon be raised and through you race
[01:01.702] Into another room to ruminate
[01:03.745] Locate the music station
[01:05.135] A booth, a bass, a spooky tape
[01:07.207] That you can play what Susie says on
[01:08.561]
[01:08.807] Hidden between piano keys
[01:12.217] Is an evil anarchy
[01:15.396] Ebonies and ivories are sapping at your sanity
[01:18.668] Melodies are maladies, attacking your anatomy
[01:22.263] Hidden between piano keys
[01:25.680] Is an evil anarchy
[01:28.923] Reanimating latent hate and raising rifts
[01:32.081] Towards neighbours in favour of playing a painful riff, creating discord
[01:35.621]
[01:36.023] The lurking searchers heard you so they lurch at you
[01:39.457] They're determined to convert you
[01:40.974] To the inverted church of murk and gloom
[01:42.961] Hurting you? They're certain to
[01:44.549] And if you desert they'll murder you
[01:46.552] They'll turn you to the turbid goo
[01:48.374] You swerve in dirty loos
[01:50.021] You might be sacrificed
[01:51.306] To idols scribed in black and white
[01:53.244] Only the flesh inside can satisfy their appetite
[01:56.642] Demonically magic
[01:57.861] Dramatically monochromatically manic
[01:59.146] We're morally panicked
[02:00.493] 'Cause Sammy is one enigmatic fanatic
[02:01.815] Emphatically honest but gone in the faculties
[02:03.480] Obviously gone through traumatic things
[02:05.262] Talking erratically, logic is lacking
[02:06.783] He's properly *******
[02:07.611] Belongs in a box that is padded
[02:08.574] And strapped up in cuffs and a jacket
[02:10.288] And locked in the attic
[02:11.226] He's chatting a lot
[02:11.965] Hearing classical songs in the static
[02:13.637] Though what happened to Boris is tragic
[02:14.801] We've got to do that for the Gods to be happy
[02:16.988] Do you want to be dragged in the blackest of swamps
[02:19.067] Wally Franks running back to the Bronx
[02:20.551] This isn't yonkers, it's bonkers
[02:22.339] Novelty gloves are packing a punch
[02:24.081] Henry
[02:24.845] Hey, stop running away
[02:26.026] That ain't very friendly
[02:27.265] Come back and play a game straight away
[02:28.922] With your favourite mate
[02:30.133] Bendy
[02:30.682]
[02:31.046] Hidden between piano keys
[02:34.502] Is an evil anarchy
[02:37.375] Ebonies and ivories are sapping at your sanity
[02:40.989] Melodies are maladies, attacking your anatomy
[02:44.650] Hidden between piano keys
[02:47.962] Is an evil anarchy
[02:51.140] Reanimating latent hate and raising rifts
[02:54.034] Towards neighbours in favour of playing a painful riff, creating discord!
[02:58.158]

作词 : Dan Bull
作曲 : Dan Bull
The Old Song (Acapella)
Lyrics, Composition & Vocals by Dan Bull
Produced by Oxygen Beats
(Welcome back)
Have you ever woken up inside a pentagram
Memory blank
'Til you remember why you're sent
By a temperamental man
Who sent a ranting letter
That presents a certain mental plan
In contravention of intended function
Like a dental dam
But you better lend a hand
Or you'll get reprimanded and
Left like a gentle lamb
Defenceless next to Slenderman
We're kind of concerned
'Cause Sammy's having an epiphany
Harping on, he's highly strung
And tenser than a timpani
So many instrumental references
This is a symphony
Can I get an "Amen" for that?
Come on, give me some sympathy
The leaky Ink Machine
Is clogging and blocking the hallways
Oi mate
Wait up or I'll probably be soggy
And stuck here all day
Oh great, how rude
A failure to communicate
You should move the bacon soup
The gate'll soon be raised and through you race
Into another room to ruminate
Locate the music station
A booth, a bass, a spooky tape
That you can play what Susie says on
Hidden between piano keys
Is an evil anarchy
Ebonies and ivories are sapping at your sanity
Melodies are maladies, attacking your anatomy
Hidden between piano keys
Is an evil anarchy
Reanimating latent hate and raising rifts
Towards neighbours in favour of playing a painful riff, creating discord
The lurking searchers heard you so they lurch at you
They're determined to convert you
To the inverted church of murk and gloom
Hurting you? They're certain to
And if you desert they'll murder you
They'll turn you to the turbid goo
You swerve in dirty loos
You might be sacrificed
To idols scribed in black and white
Only the flesh inside can satisfy their appetite
Demonically magic
Dramatically monochromatically manic
We're morally panicked
'Cause Sammy is one enigmatic fanatic
Emphatically honest but gone in the faculties
Obviously gone through traumatic things
Talking erratically, logic is lacking
He's properly *******
Belongs in a box that is padded
And strapped up in cuffs and a jacket
And locked in the attic
He's chatting a lot
Hearing classical songs in the static
Though what happened to Boris is tragic
We've got to do that for the Gods to be happy
Do you want to be dragged in the blackest of swamps
Wally Franks running back to the Bronx
This isn't yonkers, it's bonkers
Novelty gloves are packing a punch
Henry
Hey, stop running away
That ain't very friendly
Come back and play a game straight away
With your favourite mate
Bendy
Hidden between piano keys
Is an evil anarchy
Ebonies and ivories are sapping at your sanity
Melodies are maladies, attacking your anatomy
Hidden between piano keys
Is an evil anarchy
Reanimating latent hate and raising rifts
Towards neighbours in favour of playing a painful riff, creating discord!