Pushed the top floor button, thought I’d catch the view, Instead the cable snapped and split my world in two. Stuck between seven and six in the dark, Trying to ignite a tiny little spark. The weight limit sign says I’m carrying too much, Every heavy feeling that I double-touch. Going Down, yeah the numbers keep dropping fast, Hoping this emergency brake is gonna last. Pressing door open, but the walls just close in. Going Down, wondering where I even begin. If the floor gives out and the lights go dim, Meet you at the bottom, sink or swim. Out of service sign hanging on my chest, Overloaded heart needs a little rest. Taking the stairs was a long forgotten dream, Now I’m gliding through a mechanical scream. Indicator's stuck, pointing straight to the floor, Lost my footing right outside the basement door. Going Down. Going Down, yeah the numbers keep dropping fast, Hoping this emergency brake is gonna last. Pressing door open, but the walls just close in. Going Down, wondering where I even begin. If the floor gives out and the lights go dim, Meet you at the bottom, sink or swim. Shaft of shadow, flickering overhead blue, Sinking through the levels till I reach something true. Even down in the lobby where the concrete stays cold, There’s a groove in the cellar, stories untold. Going Down... lower ground. Floor zero bound. Meet you at the bottom. Yeah, meet you at the bottom.
