With no free breath
I crouch and stare
A dead machine
To take me there
The worst of prisons
In barren stone
The savage/saddest depths
I work alone

A burning lamp
To give me light
It's poison gas
To aid my plight
A pick and hammer
Are my only tools
I search for treasure
I search for fools

With no free breath
I crouch and stare
A dead machine
To take me there
The worst of prisons
In barren stone
The savage/saddest depths
I work alone