Then the end credits play,
to the tune of mayonnaise.

He sees his high-scores,
his achievements,
his count of lays,
his count of eaten tangerins,
his time spent loving,
his time wasted.

His family and friends
his friends and family,
wave bye to him,
they all cry.

He sees their ending as well.
And all their off-springs too.
He sees himself remembered for the last time.        
He sees the end of the world.
And the end of everything.

And all his questions answered.
And ALL YOUR MYSTERIES SOLVED.
AND EVERY HELP YOU'VE GOTTEN FROM YOUR FRIENDS.
AND EVERY TIME YOU'VE HELPED BACK.
AND EVERY HUG GIVEN IN WELCOME.
AND EVERY DOG AND CAT AND ANIMAL LOVED!
AND EVERY GREAT MELODY EVER MADE.

But this just isn't sure enough for me to give my life for.

The rainbow bricks are fading.
The mask isn't there anymore.
Now the gray is illuminated,
but too vile to explore.

I've run out of time and rhymes.
I don't have any other feelings left to convey.
Your mind is still unmoved,
and I've got nothing more left to say.

So unimportant and weak is my afterglow,
that people leave me in their yesterday.
I'm no influence in this world of no-matters,
but here I will linger anyway.