Lyrics Heatdeath - Comaduster

Heatdeath

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