In the basket

Oh dear
What is it I hear?
The sound of dots
Lines and crying 'what's
Where are they going?
What's behind the wall?
Sound is getting thinner
An opressive call
My left ear just fell of
And right is getting drier
Blood is on my shoulder
The air is course and dire
Oh dear me
What is it I see?
The roof is not on top
But no one's round to see

They've all blown up