Verse 1)) In Willowbrook town, a place we used to roam, Beary's Funland, our once beloved home. We danced and sang, brought joy to young and old, as animatronics, our stories yet untold. (Chorus) But time took its toll, the place fell into decay, we fell on hard times as our laughter faded away. Whispers of our presence, haunting the machines, lost children spirits, trapped in this in-between. (verse 2) We were once kids, filled with dreams and delight, Now animatronics, forever bound by night. Seven souls intertwined, seeking to be free, in Beary's funland, where our spirits still decree. (Chorus) The halls now echo with our spectral cries, as we dance in darkness, under moonlit skies. Our songs carry longing, our eyes filled with pain, in Beary's funland, Our souls remain. (Bridge) Oh, the memories we hold, of laughter and play, now entwined with shadows, as night turns to day. We yearn for release, from the mechanical shell, To find peace and solace, where are stories dwell (Chorus) In the sleepy town of Willowbrook, legends persist, Of Beary's Funland, where joy and darkness coexist. We sing a melancholic tune, a haunting melody, Reminding all who listen of our lost legacy. (Outro) So listen closely, to the whispers in the air, The echoes of our past, the spirits solemn prayer. In Beary's funland, our haunting tale unfolds, Children turned animatronics, with secrets yet untold.
