Every day, I go to a school that likes to help with learning One, two, threes they're the keys Basic math, very easy To Baldi's world of fun, where no one leaves 'til educated Every door is locked up tight, stay inside 'til we're graded
The students try their best to better their education Comprehend the material Study hard, relay every detail Nobody wants detention, we only want attention Even when life is tough Oddly, quarters are enough
This is how we live our lives, searching For the answers inside of every page And I'm here wondering if one day We'll finally be free from this cage Is it okay to have a feeling That maybe there is more to this game? However, now no time to question, so just behave
Walking across the hallways, finding notebooks so we matter Follow every single rule or he'll take out his wooden ruler For he is listening and watching everyone's progression All mistakes have consequences so answer right with every question
Try to add up excuses, nothing will make a difference Baldi knows every door that we open Following from behind, we can hear him There is no place for playtime Avoid them all from every side Better to leave him be, follow his philosophy
This is how we live our lives, searching For the answers inside of every page And I'm here wondering if one day We'll finally be free from this cage Is it okay to have a feeling That maybe there is more to this game? However, now just keep behaving
Sweep through the halls To escape will have some sacrifices No room for jealousy I've got no time to play hide and seek 'Cause eventually, he'll surely find me Have to be brave or better keep behaving
Count 'Til I don't know what counts
Every inch of fear is all that's ingrained Can't understand, what's the solution? The problem is the mess in my brain I'm pushed around with all the pressure To be here when I don't wanna stay There's gotta be some sort of exit to get away
Compositor: Samuel Haft (The Living Tombstone) ECAD: Obra #24722178