A large headscarp slammed Concordia last night A wave of sludge too dense to fit 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 you 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