Axe. Shovel. Pick.
Quick!
Walls resound from burning wick
Move to let the rubble fly
Wipe the soot then start to cry
We keep bringing Sodom up
Hoping to Gomorrah-long
Fear from not the dark and dust
It's the lack of any song
Always singing up above
Didn't reach what's down below
Big wide bright white frightened eyes
Soundless screaming, sightless row