Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Basics in Behavior, artist - The Living Tombstone. Date of issue: 04.07.2018
Song language: English
Basics in Behavior |
| Everyday 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, till 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, cus eventually he’ll surely find me |
| Have to be brave or better keep behaving |
| Count till 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 want to stay |
| There’s gotta be some sort of exit… |
| To get away |