Working down here tirelessly, Till time makes its reach Working down here tirelessly, Till our binds are set free Working down to our bones, Living rough in the domes Working down to our bones, This is the hell we call home Working down with no sleep, Can’t say a word, not a peep Working down with no sleep, Where no birds can make a tweet Working till our time goes, Working where the cold makes us bold. Working till our time goes, Working till we are told to die.