Baldi's Field Trip: The Musical

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 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 feel like 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 climb higher! Won't last for long and Baldi will be after me again 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's 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, gotta go faster! Run from the schoolmaster! Come save me from this game!