Exit Mouse
This is (not) the end
We're specks of dust
Hurtling nowhere through unending void
We're blinks of time
Clinging haphazardly to life

There's a comfort in knowing the truth
That there's no point to anything we do
Every minute we waste is a gift
Our ambitions are ours to forget

Our kingdom's built knowing new worlds will rise from our bones
We play pretend 'til we run out of time in the end
And we'll do it again 'til it's done
But we know that it's never enough

You can only get what you give
As the sky crashes down
Hold me firm til it's my turn again
I want it to end, this game of pretend

This game of pretend
To start over again
Starting again
To start over again