My breath is like a ripple in a still blue pond.
      Going out but never coming back to me.
It's a never ending labyrinth  in this hall of smoke,
      All I want is for someone to set me free

With blackened face and fingers I search desperately.

But the fire's all I see and all I hear,

There is fire in my face and hair, there is fire in the very air.
                        Yet the fire's not the only thing I fear.

Burnt and broken I may stumble out,
                                                            ­     But dead alas.
My lungs  logged with firey smoke and falling ash.                            
  I  am blinded from my walk with death forever.
        My mind is bleeding like a beating by the lash.
                        I'm a goner, I'm a loser to life's wrath.