Steel grey skies and a rusty ship
One wrong turn and the cables slip
Four young souls in a yellow suit
Hunting scrap for a corporate loot
The air is thick and the light is low
Only one way for the crew to go
Dig the iron from the cold dark floor
Run for breath to the sliding door
The Company wants its heavy weight
Pay the quota or seal your fate
Copper pipes and a humming wall
One loud scream in a concrete hall
Watch the clock while the monsters creep
Promises that the bosses keep
The air is thick and the light is low
Only one way for the crew to go
Dig the iron from the cold dark floor
Run for breath to the sliding door
The Company wants its heavy weight
Pay the quota or seal your fate
Heavy boots on a metal grate
Working hard till it gets too late
Flashlight beams in a narrow maze
Lost inside of a sulfur haze
Dig the iron from the cold dark floor
Run for breath to the sliding door
The Company wants its heavy weight
Pay the quota or seal your fate
Gold and brass in a leather bag
Torn and worn like a dirty rag
One man left in the wind and rain
Walking back to the ship again
Dig the iron from the cold dark floor
Run for breath to the sliding door
The Company wants its heavy weight
Pay the quota or seal your fate
Empty seats where the team once sat
Hungry ghosts and a giant bat
Just a number on a digital screen
The cruelest game that I've ever seen
Dig the iron from the cold dark floor
Run for breath to the sliding door
The Company wants its heavy weight
Pay the quota or seal your fate
End of the line, close the gate.
The Company won't wait.
