Heatdeath

A few remaining stars 
Fading out to all 
An immortal trades a win 
For a loss 
At it's 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