Feed the Boiler Nothing

[Кіріспе] [Instrumental: twin guitar harmonies, faint bass, rolling tom fill, full band gallop] [Қайырма] Cut it open! — hold that line! Pull the crew out! — give us time! Water climbing, iron groans, Pump truck screaming through the foam! [Куплет] Mara’s harness caught below the grate, Brown water hammering the junction gate. I taste the rust; the gauge runs red, One hand on the cutter, one on the ladder instead. The main line bucks like a buried train, The crew call up through the rising strain. I see her lamp blink once, then twice— Do i split the pipe or get them clear alive? [Қайырма] Cut it open! — hold that line! Pull the crew out! — give us time! Water climbing, iron groans, Pump truck screaming through the foam! [Куплет] “Back out now!” i shout through the roar, Two hands haul hard at the jammed harness cord. The foreman’s key slips slick in my grip, The valve wheel kicks as the whole floor shifts. I call the driver: “keep that pump awake!” Then turn the cutter from the line we’d break. We drag her clear as the junction gives— No pipe is worth the breath she still can give. [Guitar solo] [Instrumental: harmonized twin-guitar lead over galloping riffs] [Қайырма] Cut it open! — hold that line! Pull the crew out! — give us time! Water climbing, iron groans, Pump truck screaming through the foam! [Аутро] Crew out! — count heads! Pump on! — clear the bend! The main line waits; we live to fight. Get everyone home tonight!