I've traveled for so long I've traveled so low I've walked this staircase down To the bottom level on my lonesome Basement feels so cramped, but theres nothing inside And the air feels so damp, but the walls are so wide This couldn't exist below such a small Apartment building What's going on? I can't keep breathing It's right behind me, isn't it? My fears manifest and I drown in it The sound is rising, I give in to it I find myself stuck, never moving What the fuck is moving on? When emotions feel like a pipe bomb Pins and needles, I feel so wrong I can't keep going on I can't keep going on Pipes burst, water levels rise and I drown Face down Breathe the black mold into my lungs This isn't my idea of fun