[Verse 1]
In the shadows of dimensions, in the maze of fractured minds,
Bill Cipher reigns, a specter, warping space and bending time (time).
With a pyramid gaze, a single eye that never lies,
He whispers chaos, sings destruction, cloaked in yellow, veiled disguise.

[Pre-Chorus]
"Everything you know will change," he hums,
A dance of doom, his symphony (symphony).
He hides within the dreamscape's haze,
Where nightmares flee his company (company).

[Chorus]
Oh, Bill Cipher, the twisted jester at the gate,
Watching over Gravity Falls, orchestrating fate.
"Deal or no deal," he teases, with a grin that splits the seam,
Of reality's fabric, in the threads of every d-d-d-dream.

[Verse 2]
A phantom’s bargain, a handshake’s curse,
In the mindscape's realm, he's unrestrained.
Through Gideon's call or the Pines' fierce fight,
His riddles twist, his deals, constrained (constrained).

[Pre-Chorus]
A guardian of the nightmare’s fold,
In his domain where stars collide.
He taunts the brave, the fearless,
With wicked power, cannot hide (hide).

[Chorus]
Oh, Bill Cipher, the cunning demon of the dusk,
Weaving futures, dark and dire, in the twilight's musk.
"Change is coming," he proclaims, with a laugh sharp as a knife,
In the endless waltz of shadows, he pirouettes through s-s-s-strife.

[Bridge]
Bound by codes, by secrets deep,
In the echo of the Pines' defiance.
A game of chess with souls to keep,
Under his scrutiny, a science (science).

[Breakdown]
Unicorn hair, memory's gun, the tricks to make him fade (fade),
But in the mind of Stanley Pines, his final gambit played.
Erased and screamed, a name invoked, the axolotl's grace,
A cycle ends, a new begins, in the cosmic ch-ch-ch-chase.

[Chorus]
Oh, Bill Cipher, the echo in the laughing winds,
Watching still, perhaps he waits, as the wheel spins (spins).
"Everything changes," so he vowed, with each tick and tock,
Gravity Falls, the mystery calls, within every tick and t-t-t-tock.

[Outro]
In the shadows, he might linger, in the pages, still he speaks,
Bill Cipher, the dream weaver, through the veil he ever seeks (seeks).
For in the tales of Gravity Falls, his legend stark and wild,
A reminder of the chaos born from the mind of a child (Go! Go! Go!).

What if AI made a Bill Cipher song? (Gravity Falls)

A person who lives somewhere that doesn’t know their purpose

“HEY ACHILLES! Nice work with the HEEL!” -Bill Cipher

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60 ° that come in threes, Watches from within birch trees. Saw his home dimension burn, Misses home and can’t return. Says he’s happy, he’s a liar. Blame the arson for the fire. If he wants to shirk the blame he’ll have to invoke my name. One way to absolve his crime, a different form, a different time. -The Axolotl’s Poem.

What if AI made a Bill Cipher song? (Gravity Falls)

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