[𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺] || OC Speedpaint

(bendy and the dark revival rap by jt music - the details in the devil) Take a peak behind the curtain at my grand design Any less than picture perfect, and it'll be cast aside I'm so impatient for inspiration, my pen becomes the sword Because I'll scrap ya, if I have to go back to the drawing board Some dreams are simply meant to die What happens, if they get revived? You thought you could toss me out? The ink ain't even dry I'm no good, so cross me out And then we'll dot some eyes That's a price all artists pay A sacrifice - that's so cliche But lightning struck, and I was born The final cut just cut my cord Your dark imagination May be where demons hide So why'd you ever blame them When your pen brought them to life? No, you can't choose your family At least not genetically But I feel like we'll be real quick friends You brought me back, so don't that make sense? (Oh, that makes sense!) No, don't you color me surprised I only see in black and white 'Cause you can kill the show It'll always get revived You made it happen, you made it real When you imagined you gave us life and made us feel Your thunder clapping, it's getting real So if you haven't checked the forecast, the weather's looking wet - I'll take the wheel So what if I'm a little rough Around the edges I'm an unmade masterpiece I keep artists on their ledges This reboot might get messy That's why I'm sorta sketchy I don't dance obediently The demon's knees are far from Bendy You made me in your image So I lack a soul Tryna wipe me from existence? Go play whack a mole, oh Too bad you can not erase me That, in fact, is why you hate me I'm your vision - bastardized Like Frankenstein - then actualized No, I won't color you surprised You pull the plug, I'm still alive True artists never thrive At best, they'll survive You made it happen, you made it real Nobody's acting, but it's a show I'm gonna steal Go call the cast in, I'll play the heel And if you haven't read the details, the Devil's due his debt, so take the deal I've been abominated, hollow eyes aglow Reanimated, yet unrecognizable No better way to paint it, this frame can not contain it To think of talent wasted, out of ink - but now I taste it La, la, la, la Even angels need to let the steam off La, la, la, la And no one's here to shut the damn machine off This work of art once pure of heart May still become corrupted (all the stains are my scars) I've come to find it wasn't lightning That I've been struck with You made it happen, you made it real Lights, camera, action, you put me right back on the reel Now look who's laughing, your fate is sealed Don't bother asking for the details, the Devil's due his debt and that's the deal