What's wrong with me
I don't feel like myself
Almost like I'm
becoming someone else
Agh oh dah ooh
that's better
Ah-h-h-h-hem
Hi kids
do you like night shifts
If I kill the lights
could you survive this
Want me to stick springlocks
into my eyelids
And rise from the dead
like my franchises
I never left the spotlight
that I'm in
So I'm back
does not quite define it
Nonetheless
I catch you blind-sided
At Fazbear's Fright
now I'm in the right biz
Livin' definition
of what Frankensteined is
Find what's familiar
then bastardize it
Back for another bite
oh my surprisin'
Just like the pizza
I'm not expirin'
Open up your mind
show me 'round inside
Nice frontal lobe
I'd like to try it
Nobody is blowing the top
off of my lid
What good is a crime done
if I don't hide it
My gift to you this suit
It's a tight fit
What's your name buddy
You might know what mine is
Who knows my history
White chalk outlines it
Got it figured out
Good now I'll just rewrite it
Chicka-chicka
They're linin' up for me
Right where they wanna be
I pulled off the facade
and finally I can breathe
This smile
hits different when you've seen
the dark side of my teeth
You want answers
you'll get static
Check that your vents work
or you'll be gaslit
Haunted by the past
Tragedies are magic
But this rabbit
knows a lot more
than hat tricks
How it hurts to not know
what happened here
Where's the rest of the staff
Don't go askin' dear
Too bad that MatPat
can't tap in
I sent him packin'
just kidding I Springtrapped him
On the edge of your seat yet
Strapped in
Happy to see me back
Clappin'
Love an encore
or I'm not an Afton
Bet I'll keep you watchin'
as long as I am slashin'
Ever wonder why
when a car crashes
the reason we all
wanna see the wreckage
People need the details
even if it's graphic
Nothin' like a massacre
to get foot traffic
Line 'em up for me
Draw the curtain
it's time to captivate
They want a story
Got an audience
I won't make 'em wait
I've spent so long
painting on your smiles
that now mine's all wrong
Have I become something else
Like it or not
I'm in the hall of fame son
Right beside the greats
allow me to name some
Chucky Norman Bates
Michael and Jason
Pennywise and Freddy
The glove-with-the-blades one
Hannibal Candyman
such inspirations
Call me derivative
so is all of creation
Originality is a hallucination
So what if I sold my soul
in order to make some
We can not have innovation
without anything to take from
Tap into imagination
how am I to work
if I don't get to play none
I've sealed my secrets
but the lock has sprung a leak
You'll pry
and pry until I bleed
That's all you wanna see
So light it up for me
Right where I wanna be
I've lost the plot
and still not found my finale
Set fire
to my mortality
Good night
right back I'll be
Abracadabra
Quite happily
Abracadabra
In agony
Abracadabra
Just count to three
Abracadabra
