Darkness Falls

I hear a story, short but true. About a man, I thought I knew. It's the end of time, the end of the line. The end of all, that isn't mine. A tree grows tall, out in the wild. And I see mourners, all neatly filed. A grave for those, whom I despise. Buried deep, with their rotten lies. Was it me, who made them pay? Should I have given them, one more day? Nothing is simple, in this thing of ours. The lights go out, kill the stars. So here I am, alone again. It's not a matter of if, but a matter of when.