To Die Alone

There once was a wise land

Full of flower fields

Nestled in the highest

Of the distant peaks

Arrived up a convoy

Of drilling machines

That began to retrieve

The costly liquid

Are you willing

To drown in oil?

Signals of the distress

Came out in a row

Trying in vain to refrain

The coming sorrow

The miserly drivers

Never hit the brakes

Their rat race for profit

Lead them to the end

Are you willing

To drown in oil?

To lose it all?

Are you ready

Are you ready

To die alone?