[Intro]
This time every year I am forced to face my fears
As hoards of evil villains come to stay
Smiling ear-to-ear, and spreading blood and gore and cheer
Instead of killing things in their video games
But this Christmas eve, as I sit scrolling through my Steam, waiting for it all to start again (All to start again)
Darkness fills the screen, and every pixel starts to scream
I think this year, I get to go to them
[Verse 1]
Bendy and the Wendigo tell cracker jokes with Slendy over cocoa from SCP-294
Whilst Boris and Alice Angel help King Dice set the tables
And the Murder Monkeys sharpen knives and forks
Baldi counts to ten for some festive hide-and-seek
Piggy's hidin' on the table with an apple in her teeth
Granny's sitting by the fire, she's just tryin' to get some sleep
And Cartoon Cat is in her lap, but won't fit on the seat
[Chorus]
This isn't typically the sort of Christmas I'd enjoy
I was sat at my computer, then I slid into the void
Filled to the brim with villains who could all have me destroyed
But they're all too pre-occupied with opening their toys
Three sixty-four days a year, they're rather vicious
There's not much time off in the killin' business
Now the Keeper's leaving giblets on the plate with Santa's biscuits
Here upon the fright before Christmas
This time every year I am forced to face my fears
As hoards of evil villains come to stay
Smiling ear-to-ear, and spreading blood and gore and cheer
Instead of killing things in their video games
But this Christmas eve, as I sit scrolling through my Steam, waiting for it all to start again (All to start again)
Darkness fills the screen, and every pixel starts to scream
I think this year, I get to go to them
[Verse 1]
Bendy and the Wendigo tell cracker jokes with Slendy over cocoa from SCP-294
Whilst Boris and Alice Angel help King Dice set the tables
And the Murder Monkeys sharpen knives and forks
Baldi counts to ten for some festive hide-and-seek
Piggy's hidin' on the table with an apple in her teeth
Granny's sitting by the fire, she's just tryin' to get some sleep
And Cartoon Cat is in her lap, but won't fit on the seat
[Chorus]
This isn't typically the sort of Christmas I'd enjoy
I was sat at my computer, then I slid into the void
Filled to the brim with villains who could all have me destroyed
But they're all too pre-occupied with opening their toys
Three sixty-four days a year, they're rather vicious
There's not much time off in the killin' business
Now the Keeper's leaving giblets on the plate with Santa's biscuits
Here upon the fright before Christmas
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