Heatdeath - Comaduster

A few remaining stars

Fading out to all

An immortal trades a win

For a loss at its end

Dead is space

Encroaching endless night

Gone is always

And the blankest slate will rise

Of what’s left to feel

Haunts back automatic truths

It’s drawn out

Hang on, I’ll retune the world

A single war

Mirrors the start

If shade won’t stand to have you

Don’t stop beating

Dead is space

Encroaching endless night

Gone is always

And the blankest slate will rise

Of what’s left to feel

Haunts back automatic truths

It’s drawn out

Hang on, I’ll retune the world