If these dirty lights keep burning, and these wheels keep on turning. And the cities swallow cities until the concrete fills our lungs
There's a beast down in the coal mine. He sleeps but not for long. And if these dirty lights keep burning, that beast's gonna sing his waking song

The sun don't shine through grandeur or the soot and the ash of the sky. Flowing forth like rivers from the coal mine. When the city's dead and forgotten you can hear that coal train whine. The sound of the whistle blowing, is the sound of the world as she dies

All you wealthy men keep building. Build your towers to the sky. But there's people killing people killing time until the end

And we'll all get what we paid for, standing in line to see the show
We'll all raise up our weary hands, the lines in our faces filled with coal

The devil's in the details. It's writ between the lines. We let the beast out of the coal mine. Now these dirty lights ain't gonna shine