Cold black water hits the knee
Down where no one wants to be
Iron rails are rusted red
Counting seconds till he's dead
Hear the hiss of the rubber mask
Heavy air is a lonely task
Hear the tick of the silver gear
Counting down every single fear
Green slime clings to every wall
Waiting for the light to fall
Steel boots splash in muddy oil
Deep below where currents coil
Hear the hiss of the rubber mask
Heavy air is a lonely task
Hear the tick of the silver gear
Counting down every single fear
One gold coin in a leather pouch
Sinking low on a concrete couch
He looks up at the dripping ceiling
Cold sweat is the only feeling
The gauge is low and the air is thin
Where the dark and the water win
He finds a door with a rusted key
Screaming loud just to feel the free
He climbs up to the upper grate
Racing fast through the iron gate
Wet wool smells like a salty sea
Searching for where the wind is free
Hear the hiss of the rubber mask
Heavy air is a lonely task
Hear the tick of the silver gear
Counting down every single fear
He sees a spark in the tunnel haze
Walking out of the concrete maze
Lungs are burning with a sudden heat
Treading hard on the city street
Hear the hiss of the rubber mask
Heavy air is a lonely task
Hear the tick of the silver gear
Counting down every single fear
Tick, tick, tick.
The air is clear.
The air is clear.
