[Verse 1] 
So you're back again
It's been so long since we cut ends
The darkened walls, they call your name
And watch you drip eternal shame

These wooden walls are full of flaws
Decayed by mass amounts of ink
That tell the tale of how you'd think
Up such a dirty little freak

The years gone by, our souls arise
Abandoned, tortured, terrorized
The things you feel are very real
The reel [bad word] out of time

You left this place, and I was filled
With a deep burning urge to kill
So here's my cheers
Get out of here or face my never ending fear

 [bad word] 
The ink is flowing free
The same that once created me
You know the [bad word] 
You know I'm after you

Feels like a melody
When I hear your [bad word] close to me
The ink machine will be the end of you
You'll die, I'll make sure that you do

Time to plan out my scheme
Bending the ink machine

[Verse 2]
From room to room, you'll find the clues
To what drew him to mess with you
The strewn attempts at making sense
Of what drove him over the fence

Poor Boris had his heart ripped out
That madman friend you had around
His mental state would motivate
Those whirring cogs that caused my pain

The ink ran out, the walls ran dry
And [bad word] me I would sympathize
But now I'm free, soon you will see
The limit of my fantasy

 [bad word] and hide, I know the deal
The task you think that you'll fufill
The [bad word] out, the ink's a lie
 [bad word]  I'll wait to see you die

 [bad word] 
The ink is flowing free
The same that once created me
You know the [bad word] 
You know I'm after you

Feels like a melody
When I hear your [bad word] close to me
The ink machine will be the end of you
You'll die, I'll make sure that you do

Time to plan out my scheme
Bending the ink machine (x2)

[Verse 3]
Halls that call your name
But Drew's the one to blame
He tore the wolf apart
And left his inky mark

The ink supply is low
So I can't let you go
You brought my demon back
I won't cut you the slack

[Verse 4]
So you're back again
You came to see your long lost friend
I wouldn't count, if I were you
On the chance he's told the [bad word] 

There's nothing here that's left for you
Don't bend my words, I know it's [bad word] 
The [bad word] out, the ink's a lie
We'll meet again at your demise

 [bad word] 
The ink is flowing free
The same that once created me
You know the [bad word] 
You know I'm after you

Feels like a melody
When I hear your [bad word] close to me
The ink machine will be the end of you
You'll die, I'll make sure that you do

Time to plan out my scheme
Bending the ink machine