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