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 escape 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