Everything's dark now: the ash in the sky
And the ash on the floor, and the rain pouring down
Where its mud, its sucking like quicksand
Where its dry I can hardly stand
We're falling down the hole we drilled in the head of the mountain
Falling to the center of the earth, where we will not survive
Falling where we buried our hearts, where the light turns around and retreats
Down here its black
I try to climb out
The rocks keep slipping in my hands
They bite at my feet
There are skulls in the quicksand