Down in the streets of the grand city
Deep in the alleys of the wretched scammers
Is but a single door with the mark
The noble mark of the men ruling scum
Upon opening that door, one sees a hall
A hall that stretches beyond a feasible end
And at the end stands but two gates
One of a light blue, the other darker
They open with ease, almost it were automatic
But once they close, no hope unlocking them
One gets stuck in that elevator for long
It first goes down, and then it soars
The time to where one makes the stop
Can allow for the seconds to seem hourly
And in viewing the skyline stained with foolishness
One always sees the moon with crimson tears
This elevator always does this ride by night
Though by how tall, why not by day?
Upon reaching the top, one sees the reason
For as the logo swirls 'round the tower
One is much more confused rather than repentant
They see the buttons, glowing with casual delight
But all in their thoughts is that Morton
Who worked them and weaseled them up here
And even though no voice calls to them
Even though no metal is pressed upon them
They head to the main office, without delay
Feeling their blood like iron, and heart heavy
Upon opening those double doors, a gasp escapes
Where they see who the head really is
A grin so secure, spitting out whiskey wishes
One would hope to have those memories again
Before the known conclusion would gravely beset them
And back to that elevator they all go
Including Morton, the head and the unfortunate soul
In a way, the elevator is head's heart
Making its grand delusion all the more present
For no one bothers to see it descend
To where the sun and the fools meet
Deep in the alleys of the wretched scammers
Is but a single door with the mark
The noble mark of the men ruling scum
Upon opening that door, one sees a hall
A hall that stretches beyond a feasible end
And at the end stands but two gates
One of a light blue, the other darker
They open with ease, almost it were automatic
But once they close, no hope unlocking them
One gets stuck in that elevator for long
It first goes down, and then it soars
The time to where one makes the stop
Can allow for the seconds to seem hourly
And in viewing the skyline stained with foolishness
One always sees the moon with crimson tears
This elevator always does this ride by night
Though by how tall, why not by day?
Upon reaching the top, one sees the reason
For as the logo swirls 'round the tower
One is much more confused rather than repentant
They see the buttons, glowing with casual delight
But all in their thoughts is that Morton
Who worked them and weaseled them up here
And even though no voice calls to them
Even though no metal is pressed upon them
They head to the main office, without delay
Feeling their blood like iron, and heart heavy
Upon opening those double doors, a gasp escapes
Where they see who the head really is
A grin so secure, spitting out whiskey wishes
One would hope to have those memories again
Before the known conclusion would gravely beset them
And back to that elevator they all go
Including Morton, the head and the unfortunate soul
In a way, the elevator is head's heart
Making its grand delusion all the more present
For no one bothers to see it descend
To where the sun and the fools meet