Blood in the streets, who brushed off all of their sins? Cold march of time is laying waste. I’m coming back from the dead, we’re older and we’re filled with so much fucking dread. We’re running out of places left to hide (2-3-4). Slow down! Slow down! This elevator is going down. I’ve been to the edge and I’ve laughed at the sound. I’m heading out again. We’ll meet again my friend, there’s no way this could be the end (the end). Do you remember all the times we said we’d care, back when the rainbow took a piss in your hair? You didn’t care and neither did I. We’d die before we lived a lie, and in due time they’d turn our bodies to dust and ash. Life won’t be alright. Hide from the daylight. What good is friendship when you can’t keep it around because you’ve planted all it’s roots down in the sandy southern ground? Oh! Now I’ll ask you what you’d have me do, when Death will come regardless? Climbed too high above the garden, I’ll cut your harness for fun. Back into a constant daze, a listless state. Where are you? You’re out too late. All the clues you’ve left me here steal no space. They’ve disappeared. I can’t slow down! I can’t slow down! This elevator is going down. I’ve been to the edge and I’ve begged to fall down. I’ll never see you again. Until death takes us, the end. (BOOM). Rip my throat out, drag me down, don’t let me think you’re still around. Underground, I will drag you down.