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Baldi's Field Trip: The Musical

 

Baldi's Field Trip: The Musical

(albüm: Random Encounters: Season 8 - 2018)


Out here on my own, collecting wooden sticks
I've got a hunch I'll need a bunch, like maybe five or six...
Every stick I find will slow me down some more
It's bold but it'll boost my score

Great job!

A compass could be nice, I'd settle for a map
But all I've got's a foot that's caught in one of Baldi's traps!

I want all those sticks!

I thought I'd try to run. Instead, he took them all but one

Now the fire is slowly dying... and I think I might follow suit
Out of breath but I can't stop trying...
...'cause I gotta sweep in pursuit!

Keeping alive the fire, the pressure's on! The timer's ticking!
Watching the flames go higher!
Won't last for long... and Baldi will be after me again

-Hey hey hey! Cut that out!

Playtime had some sticks, but didn't want to share
My only hope was skipping rope
Who knew she had a spare?
Something moved nearby, that blowing thing was back
It left after a sweep attack

But at least no one is here to accuse me of breaking rule after rule without end...

-No breaking the fourth wall!
-Excuse me?
-I am coming to hug you, friend!

Keeping alive the fire, no time to lose, 'cause Cloudy Copter's killing my makeshift pyre!
It won't be long, 'till Baldi will be after me again!

Somewhere in the forest, there's a madman running toward us!
I can hear the fatal chorus of his slaps!
Slapping, slapping, slapping, all I hear is the bloody tapping!
As my sanity keeps snapping toward collapse!
Cuicas from the ether, splitting silence like a cleaver, growing louder like a fever in my head!
Cracking so foreboding, I can feel my wits eroding as my mind begins imploding from the dread!

What would Baldi do, if fire's what he finds?
A bit of wood and paper should enlighten Baldi's mind!
Just a little spark! An itsy-bitsy flame!

Come on, got to go faster!
Run from the schoolmaster!
Come save me from this game!

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