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
We're waging war-a
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