Mordecai: He wanted to destroy himself.

Ramirez: Suicide, right?

Mordecai: No. More than that. I don't think he wanted to die, to end. He wanted to annihilate the idea of himsellf.

Come to the store at the end of the town
Everybody here, lemme show you around, I
Came as a young man, strong man, sad man
Bad man, dad plans, small man, dead fam. So,
Welcome to town, no need to frown, yes it is dark
But in light we are found
Head to the tavern take a seat by the hearth,
Slug down a pint, lemme tell you the first
Don't go beyond. Don't get lost, if you're back at the edge, We might let you walk
But it's not out of spite
Everybody feels it, we all alike
Artists, poets, academic knows-its
Brooding men, seeking the dark but caught up within
Try to hide the truth like impending cancer
The night doesn't give such easy answers, no.

You met Mordecai? Gray coat, black hat, yeah that guy
Why you let him go? Why'd you let him go?
He was back at the edge, and you watched him leave
Light right behind to despair in the all-night, I
know you feel it now, don't lie to me, I can see through sound.

Dean: You drink. The same as me and the rest. But you drink ice cold gin in the silence of your room.

Ramirez: wh... w-why do you...?

Dean: Because I've seen you before! A thousand times. The artist falling on his paintbrush as a sword. The writer who sees God in a grain of darkness. Sometimes, I stop them, but mostly they ignore me. The wisdom of youth, and all that.

Throat of the world to sequester the light
They call me crazy but I know I'm right
Legends, Apex, tomes sprawled all night
I can see it all, from the perfect height
Vantage, angle, light refraction,
Hair all tangled but the mind's in action
Put it to a plan, better get this crackin'
'fore they know what I am, I can't let this past them

Scramble to clean, shit, they found me, oh Hi Dean!
What do you mean? Hows it uncouth? This is what we do, in pursuit of truth!
Yes, I see. Leave me be. Lemme get me things, then I'll fucking flee
One more time I will ask outright
What do you expect, When you step to the all-night?

Ramirez: Hey, where are you going? I'm not done with you yet.

Dean: ....you'll learn one way or another, that there is nothing out there.

Ramirez: ...You stood there and You were wrong and I was right. But... but you won't guess, you'll never guess...

The night does not give such easy answers.