The story is old, it just waits to be told No one knows how it will end The world is no more, but the story lives on No one knows it is still there
It has cried before, it will cry out once more The first tears in this century Show must go on, but the audience is gone Will stories too cease to excist?
In the wastelands - In the dead land Dismal tales of harvest and plaque
In the wastelands - In the dead land Once upon a sickening place
In the wastelands - In the dead land Once the venomous seeds were sown
In the wastelands - In the dead land Nature reaped what nature owned
One tale, untold They burned all the pages and still it lives on One play, one song No one to listen, no one to perform
