[Intro] Three locks. Two guards. One dragon. Easy. [Verse 1] Walk in quiet, hood low, torch dim Rogue says the lock looks rough— That's cute. That's him. Cleric got a blessing tucked under his sleeve Wizard got a spell he swears we won't need Fighter got armor that squeaks when he walks Bard got a mouth that keeps getting us caught Map says left. We go right. That's tradition. Every great plan starts with bad decisions. First room clean. Second room trapped. Third room got teeth and the ceiling collapsed. Half of us bleeding, nobody concerned 'Cause the rogue found gold— So apparently worth it. [Hook] One more door. That's what we said. One more room Then we're getting out ahead. One more chest. One more score. One more bad idea Behind one more door. Keep it quiet. Keep it low. Take what shines And nobody knows. One more lock. One more floor. We should've left three rooms ago— But there's one more door. [Verse 2] Now we're underground where the old gods sleep Past the point where sane folk turn and retreat Walls got names that nobody speaks Something keeps whispering under the beat Wizard says— “Technically, this isn't a tomb.” Brother, there are bones growing out of the room. Bard says— “I think I can talk to the ghost.” Ghost says— “Leave.” That's a pretty strong vote. Then somebody touches the jewel in the wall Not naming names— But he's seven feet tall. Alarm goes off. Whole dungeon wakes. Stone starts moving and the floor starts to shake. Cleric looks tired. Rogue looks thrilled. Fighter says— “Finally.” Man is mentally ill. [Hook] One more door. That's what we said. One more room Then we're getting out ahead. One more chest. One more score. One more bad idea Behind one more door. Keep it quiet. Keep it low. Take what shines And nobody knows. One more lock. One more floor. We should've left three rooms ago— But there's one more door. [Break] [Male Lead] Okay. New plan. There is no plan. [Verse 3] We came for a relic, a ruby, a crown Now the ceiling's on fire and the bridge falling down Got a lich on the left, got a mimic ahead Got a wizard yelling— “I'M BASICALLY DEAD!” No slots, no potions, no rope, no clue But there's six of us breathing— Well, technically two. Rogue got the relic. Cleric got cursed. Bard got engaged to a vampire somehow— Don't ask. It gets worse. Now— I got pressure in the pulse and the blood runs cold With a bag full of trouble and a pocket full of gold Every corridor curling like the dungeon knows Every step saying turn back— Nobody goes. Because— We don't do safe, we do stupid with style We do “twenty more feet” for another damn mile We do plans held together by faith and denial Then laugh when the monster crawls out of the tile. Look— I know how this ends. I've seen this before. You swear you're done— Then somebody sees a door. One hinge. No markings. No magical glow. And every survival instinct screams— Don't go. But the rogue checks the handle. The wizard leans near. The fighter starts smiling. The cleric says— “No.” The bard says— “What if there's treasure?” ... And there it is. That's how we die. Every time. [Beat Switch] But if death wants a meeting Tell death take a seat. We got blood on the boots And a rhythm underneath. We got curses in the backpack Maps full of lies. We got six bad ideas And impossible odds. If the vault wants war Then we're kicking the frame. If the gods wake up They can learn our names. We came too far To start acting mature. So somebody count three— And open the door. [Final Hook] ONE MORE DOOR. That's what we said. One more room Then we're getting out ahead. One more chest. One more score. One more bad idea Behind one more door. Make it loud. Let 'em know. Take what shines And run like hell for home. One more lock. One more floor. We absolutely should not— [Hard Stop] [Male Lead] ... Is that another door? [Outro] [Party Voices] No. Nope. Absolutely not. [Male Lead] ... I'm opening it. [Beat Drop] [End]
