When the last man drops dead, He better raise the white flag Let the heaven show That we concede defeat Set a beacon That speaks of invalidated past Get the word out As the last light slips from his eyes Broadcast our quarantine Let nothing with a mind approach There's something in the water Broadcasts our failure When the last day has passed There'll be no epitaph Just a warning Transmitting into the void All is lost, Nothing moves All is still, In seven tombs