Out with the old, and in with the new. If they forgot me, they'll never find you.
Out there, life was a game. But I will never be the same.
Lights on, we owned the party. Lights off, we owned the halls.
One simple slip up led to Freddy's Fazbear's fall.
Our bodies left disheveled. Our souls still trapped inside.
A dusty shell is all where we have left to hide.
Did they think it funny when they built that plastic bunny.
Did they think it could replace me, did they think they could erase me. Did they?
Synthetic agony. It's all that's left of me.
Out there, they call my name. But I will never feel the same.
I wonder what they blew on those plastic children's toys.
They think it's fun to protect all the girls and boys.
But come the darker hours, it seems we share a goal.
For them, a glitch, for us, our very heart and soul.
Doesn't change the fact that my whole purpose has been whacked.
This doesn't change a my views of who I am and who are you.
Synthetic agony. It's all that's left of me.
Out there, I saw some fame. And now I know just who to blame.
Something borrowed, something new. 0 doors and just 1 you.
Synthetic agony. It's all that's left of me.
All grudges left forgotten, all broken parts aside. Not much could ever stop us from having a good time.
Synthetic agony. Not much that's left of me.
Synthetic agony.
Synthetic agony.
Sorry, I just had to...
