The 6:66, Express To Hell

In the fading last light you're stumbling in the smoke of imminent doom

Trapped in a subway to nowhere, that's more akin to a maze, or a tomb

And there's a shattering shaking, as the earth is quaking under your feet

As you look for a way out, but there's no escaping from a permanent sleep

And then you're turning a corner and ahead, slightly ajar, there's a door

But when you pass through there's no stairwell, there's not even a floor

And there's naught but air 'neath your feet and then a slope of a funnel

As you uncontrollably spiral, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel

Now there're wide awake sleepers and metal and a thundering ROAR!

With the repelling power of a pressurised air-wave of an invisible bore

And the light, that's too rapidly approaching, is as blinding as lightning

As the tracks start to quiver and glow, your lost senses are heightening

There's a godforsaken screaming of a loco, beyond your shuttering eyes

But the dead can never die again and for you now, this implicitly applies

There's a deafening wail and flashing red lights, but the crossing is level

And the driver adjacent is grinning, for he is kith and kin, if not the devil

It's just you and him, the skeleton crew and a whistle worse than a knell

Riding a ghost train, that's going non-stop, it's the 6:66, Express To Hell

And Hell is an inferno, a furnace, but it's a boiler that you have to stoke

Blistering your skin, whilst you're choking, as you breathe in the smoke

You're furiously shovelling, but the licking flames are melting your digits

And as the pressure is inexorably building, there's an explosion of rivets

It's the end of the line, but the smokestack atop is a steaming hot kettle

And the roar of the crash is vaporising rock and the wrenching of metal

Nothing stirs, but steam and the agony within of the deep burning pain

As you crawl from the wreckage, of the 6:66, the only stop for this train

In the smouldering smoke you escape through a door, but into a funnel

Slipping then falling, but behold, there's a light at the end of the tunnel