our failures cut us deep down all over
stuck in the elevator so call the operator
my favorite shirt is drenched in red
poured from my eyes the blood i have shed
hello good sir can you help a poor fellow in need
dropping like mountains with such great speed
thirteen, nine, six, five, two
make it stop is all i ask of you
i like to think of myself as not too obsolete
holding my own ground too proud for defeat
ticking life away in the blink of an eye
but why so low when you can make it that high
playing with my shadows until the lights retreat
so calm and serene oh so full of deceit
one, zero, down and down and down i go
hey, i'm dead now. just so you know
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