Six floors down

We move in surround sound

Beaming on down

To the place of our town

Screams grow loud

As we keep going on south

And we don't even stop

To think about it

To think about it



We're on a course

On an elevator west

To the left of sin

And to the right of sex

And we keep moving down

This path that we've found

But we don't even stop

To think about it

To think about it



We're on a way

To the resting place

Of all the rest of our days

We're on a course

To the devil's playground

Our final destination

Our final destination

Our final destination



We set the sails

For the end of our lives

We pulled the wool

Over each others eyes

We set the scale

And we broke the weight

When we all chose

Not to think about it

Not to think about it



We broke the bank

In the depth of our sin

We moved on down

To a different drum

We kept on going

And we don't ever stop

When we all chose

Not to think about it

Not to think about it



We're on a way

To the resting place

Of all the rest of our days

We're on a course

To the devil's playground

Our final destination

Our final destination

Our final destination



We don't really stop

To consider what

We will do when it's done



We don't ever stop

To think about it

We just keep going down

To our final destination



We're on a way

To the resting place

Of all the rest of our days

We're on a course

To the devil's playground

Our final destination

Our final destination

Our final destination



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