The Final Quarry

When there's the final quarry, death has got one left There is no greater story. Has it been told yet? It seems the world has ended. A barren wasteland For they were easily tempted, destroyed by their hands There's nowhere to run and hide from death Cross over to the other side and await death He must be lucky to live when all have perished When we take all that it gives, the branch can't bear it Why do we lose our control and hate each other? There is no future to hold things we'd uncover There's nowhere to run and hide from death Cross over to the other side and await death There's nowhere to run and hide from death Cross over to the other side and await death