There are lies we tell ourselves
And there are lies we tell the universe
The crew of the Aurora once used the word "immortal"
Nd the universe believed us - for a while
But no matter the eons, years, millennia you may live
No matter the wormholes, time jumps or parallel dimensions
All things end
And it's hard to play so much with time
Without learning the shape of your own end
We know where we will be when we start to slow
And choose to follow Nastya into the dark
We've lived so long together, perhaps it is only fitting we die alone
Jonny dies in a barfight, on some nameless backwater asteroid
After countless lifetimes of carving
Through every sensation it is possible to feel
He is stabbed clean through the heart
And this time, for some reason, it sticks
When he realizes what is happening
He laughs for the first time in a millennia
Witnesses will say that they have never before seen
Someone so viciously excited to die
When you start your existence by burning down a planet
How the hell do you end it?
In Ashes' case, drunk as a skunk at the very end of time
Cast forward by some freak accident
They will watch as the stars wink out
And then they'll light a cigar - the
Last point of illumination in the universe
And drop the match into gasoline as a final fuck you
There is so much to know in this universe, so much to learn
But when her research has become monotonous
And her observations are dull
Raphaella will decide to partake in one final experiment
Taking a fragment of the ship once known as Aurora
She will cast herself into that black hole
Beyond the event horizon there, maybe to die
Maybe to learn something new one last time
Gunpowder Tim feels the end coming for a while
His aim wanders by nanometers
And his explosions seem somewhat lacklustre
And so he returns to a planet that he's been saving
For a very special occasion
The one that builds the largest gunship existence will ever see
And he goes on a final rampage
Stars shatter at the thunder of his guns
Until, at last, he crashes into a space station
And he isn't wearing his seatbelt
Ivy will try to retire
Spend her final centuries on a small library planet with those books
That mean so much to her
Unfortunately, the library will do what they are so prone to
And burn in a pointless war
Ivy falls launching an escape pod piled high with ancient texts
That scholars will someday say were actually quite a dull read
Marius has always approached the concept of immortality
With a little bit more skepticism than the rest of us
So his end comes as less of a surprise
One day, at something of a loose end
He will decide to check on the octokittens
Unfortunately the purring horde has not been fed in many decades
And devours him
Head to toe
In 11.7 seconds
At least, by my watch
When the Drumbot misses his first beat, he knows exactly what it means
He considers briefly the fire and bloodshed of his compatriots
But in the end the only thing that
Feels right is to complete the cycle
And so he casts himself into the void
His body will float there forever, far beyond the warmth of stars
The Toy Soldier, of course, well... it was never real to begin with
And, when all its friends are finally gone
It will decide to stop pretending
Pointless, ignoble deaths the lot of them
But who that lived can really boast otherwise?
Thank you for joining us on our journey
Our bodies are still and our blood is cold
The books are closed and our stories told
No happy ever after for a tale so old
Laid in blood when the story is done
Thank you
But - but we're not quite dead quite yet
And so, for the last time, we have one last song