Some believe the world will end in a bang
But I believe it shall go In a meek whisper
We won't go out with a fighting shout
But we shall fall silent without another breath
We won't go out with our weapons drawn
But sheathed and dusty as we lay with death
Some may try to get the last and loudest laugh
But there will be no use when the silence prevails
The darkness will consume
While the silence will be deafening
The world will spin on and on
As our marks on it fade slowly away
We shall not go in a bang
But in a ghostly whisper