Chords for ART OF DARKNESS | Animated Bendy and the Ink Machine Song!

[G#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [F#] _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] Oh, [C#m] hello.
My name is Joey Drew.
You must [D#] be here to learn about the wonderful world of [B] animals.
Hundreds of drawings [C#m] just like these go into [B] every minute of your [C#] favorite Bendy room.
If you can dream [E] it harder, more dreaming.
Dreams, dreams, dreams.
They never just come true.
[G] Well, hello, [E] Bendy.
And that's magic in creation.
[D#] I want to keep his face on [D#] the can.
They can darn well make him.
_ _ I want to be taken for a ride.
I don't want to be scared.
[G#] _ _ [A#] Just a [Bm] pencil and a drink of cheap death itself.
[G] Now that [F#] is a beautiful [Em] and positively silly [F#] thought.
_ _ [B] _ [Bm] Far as he should make her, I'll [G] tell you later.
You see, this [F#] scene has us careening down an [Bm] elevator.
Must have been dreaming to think we'd make a [G] green escape.
I doubt the one [F#] machine here could make it past the [Bm] regulator.
I swear we never had this many levels.
Where's the [G] excavator?
What's so scary [F#] about a library and a [Em] record player?
I want to find the angel in a basement more [F#] dilapidated.
This is kind of tasteful.
Alice, tell me, who's your [Bm] decorator?
I'm never making lady wait.
I guess you'd say that [G] I'm a player.
Angel, want a [F#] date?
I would really hate to [Bm] aggravate.
A bar is, don't you worry, I will never let us [G] separate.
This holds your word, you [F#] go, damn, guess I better [Bm] go and save it.
Alice thinks that hacking up my palace is going to [G] medicate.
A fallacy, the [F#] treatment with the miscality.
This [Em] generates a rap against an animator.
Alice, get back [F#] on your feet.
We're rhyming on the multiplayer.
My lyrics work on [B] several layers.
This is not the game, it's really a problem.
[G] Right now, all the [F#] angels have escaped.
So, [Bm] fight now.
If there are secrets that you want to find out.
How about we machine them right?
Those fight now.
So you're on the path of the scottish [G] artist.
But the [F#] heart, well, the heart is [E] heartless.
Ever seen a masterpiece [Em] get [F#] discarded?
Scotland, depart for the heart of [Bm] darkness.
Howl at the deep dark depths [G] below.
Three nerds who [F#] will turn the venture [Bm] sold.
With a spatter and a wrench and a thirst to [G] quench.
Hi-ho, [F#] it's off to work we [Bm] go.
Heave-ho, this is common crawling out the [G] seafloor.
Give a nerd a [F#] release of self-defence, not my [E] steamboat.
Necrophilic gods and beheaded by [F#] Iran.
Find some deadly black spots for the clod of earth [Bm] below.
Never paid it for the bread line.
Never ever meddled with the [F#] pencil lead and bread lines.
Mucky with a [Bm] wrench might skunk you in the head.
Henry, can you see the headlines?
[F#] Animated dead by an enemy he [Bm] designed.
Once was an angel who swallowed a spider.
[F#] It wriggled inside her and out came the [Em] striker.
Who'd have thought you silly little villain.
For the [F#] children would be killed either you're heroine.
So, let her win or die first.
[B] Is it what the demons worry a problem [G] right now?
Well, the angel's on the [B] stage so fight now.
If there's a secret that you want to [G] find out.
How about [B] me, machine and ride those pipes down.
So, you're on the [Bm] path of the starving artist.
But at the heart while they are there's [E] heartless.
Ever seen a masterpiece [Em] get [F#] discarded?
Start at the pot for the autumn [Bm] dark.
There's no need to be scared [G] now.
It's all [F#] upon the [Bm] fairground.
And I would be among [G] fairground.
To take [F#] her into revenge [Bm] now.
Everybody's heard of Bertram Keep Hunt.
[G] Because my work pertains to [F#] certain priests.
On a [E] hurtling free fall.
The [Em] serving demons are [F#] out of season.
So, must you keep on?
[B] Are [Bm] you caught in a spin?
Well, it's a shame that your organs and [A#m] limbs.
Will be [Bm] lost in the ink.
Will it awfully grim?
Did you want to be him?
[F#] What's a better man than you've ever [B] been?
It's a downward spiral type.
You felt a little hell up in the [F#] helter skelter.
No [E] help or shelter.
Bored the [Em] ride?
Don't you [Bm] know you've got to [F#] be this tall to die?
[Bm] So, sing along to the bouncing [G] ball.
Wave your [F#] flags and renounce these [Bm] halls.
You may have been sacked from this [G] pantomime.
But a pile of [F#] mine once you [Bm] recalled.
So, march along to the count of four.
Astound at the [F#] sound of the crowd you've [Em] drawn.
Let's strand you down to this mingled [F#] form.
To abandon us here was an act of [B] war.
What?
Don't you think you'll be back to north?
We ain't but no malpractice fools.
Good Henry, you never gave a crap before.
Shall we trap you down neat to factory floor?
Clap [G] along to the rapturous score.
Three rounds down and back for [E] more.
To find the keys in [Em] chapter [F#] four.
Remind me, have you heard that [B] before?
If you thought the demons were your problem [G] right now.
Well, [F#] the angels are on the stage, so [B] bite down.
If there's a secret that you're about to [G] find out.
How about [B] this?
Sheen them right those pipes down.
Don't you know the path of the starving [G] artist?
But a papillion [F#] is [E] heartless.
Ever seen a masterpiece [Em] get [F#] despondent?
Start in the papillion [Bm] of darkness.
I've been a prostitute from the top and now I've got to [G] block them.
I'm just [F#] popping off an asterod who's [Bm] rostrum reposterous.
That after this my Oscar's will [G] be proximous.
I live for [F#] my work but I die to [Bm] stop them.
Visionaries should be stationary, [G] shouldn't talk back.
I need [F#] a shrink among the brave, the ink [Em] is bought back.
Thought that the apocalypse was supposed to live [F#] on horseback.
Screw that, the liver end was hidden in the raw [A#] shack.
That's all folks. [B] Keep dreaming.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D#] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [N] _