The sun is set, and the souls are now dun.
The penultimate passion has elapsed;
the ultimate is enjoyed by no one.
The concept of this not even I grasp.

The adoration breeds restoration?
The universal hate will now be gone?
The final train all but left the station.
The gamemaker destroyed all of his pawns.

The scripture I write I cannot deny
The life that I lead, now it's time to die.