A large headscarp slammed Concordia last night
A wave of sludge too dense to lift
Our floor gave out, and we're tumbling
Headfirst without all our things into a rift

Please don't till another wasteland
You won't get the chance to tunnel through
Or bend another kickstand
You infuriate me when you crash and contract tuberculosis
You should take care of your lungs
Before your knees and all that quicksand collide

The truss roof gave out
With planks and rebar pummeling our backs
We make it out
And shake our fists