There's nowhere to hide
The dust is angry
It pounds on the doors
Hits the Windows
Trying to get inside

The desks are trembling
On shaky legs
The books shiver up there spines
There's nowhere to hide

The ceiling is scared
From the dust as strong as a tractor
The ceiling is sick
It's shaking
Sick form swaying
Struggling to stand
It crumbles
There's nowhere to hide