Fill the hole and lift the metal to its rightful place in life with us Till the underbelly swells with thirst and the heat comes up from underground Sweat pours down our backs again as the workline moves in inches through the... Sun is pounding a death in us, in the air the only sound we hear is Fill the hole and lift the metal to its rightful place in life with us Hand in hand we work and blister to a never ending place in line One falls down, his face in sand All the others march over his body Less one more to be fed at night, every moment waits for us to slow down In the wake of dusk we listen, in the air the only sound we hear is Fill the hole and lift the metal to its rightful place in life with us