Baldi’s Basics Song - Basics in Behavior (Red version) lyrics

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, 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.

[Instrumental hardcore dubstep]

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...

[Trumpet 3X]
[glitchy baldy and hardcore dubstep]

[The party with bouncing text "Rave time!"]

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

[Hardcore dubstep]
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.