With no free breath I crouch and stare a dead machine to take me there the worst of prisons in barren stone the 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 saddest depths I work alone