Underground_Network
December 2nd, 2009, 04:53 PM
Into the Mine
The walls are a musty brown
The ceiling is hanging upside down,
There’s a whirlpool of sound around me,
An echo that just won’t leave.
I have entered the mine,
The place so refined.
The devil revisits this mine
All the time.
To my left and to my right
I see eyes full of fright,
With pickaxe and helmet
I see men afraid to die.
I see light in my forecast,
But darkness full blast
Enshrouds me entirely
As I wade through the muck.
The mine it would seem
Is a place where one dreams
Of better and worse
And the all out obscene.
As I stumble on
Through the muck and the dung
I hear a sharp cry
Intertwined with a sweet lullaby...
Just then I decide
That the miners ain’t working
And I’m tired of black,
So I try to turn around
But my back, my back
A pickaxe, alas!
The walls are a musty brown
The ceiling is hanging upside down,
There’s a whirlpool of sound around me,
An echo that just won’t leave.
I have entered the mine,
The place so refined.
The devil revisits this mine
All the time.
To my left and to my right
I see eyes full of fright,
With pickaxe and helmet
I see men afraid to die.
I see light in my forecast,
But darkness full blast
Enshrouds me entirely
As I wade through the muck.
The mine it would seem
Is a place where one dreams
Of better and worse
And the all out obscene.
As I stumble on
Through the muck and the dung
I hear a sharp cry
Intertwined with a sweet lullaby...
Just then I decide
That the miners ain’t working
And I’m tired of black,
So I try to turn around
But my back, my back
A pickaxe, alas!