Verse 1 Another twelve-hour station shift, Another stack of forms to sift. Freighters come and freighters go. Quarterly reports all green, "Model station," corporate dreams. Every crate was signed and sealed... Never knew what they concealed. Smiles for every boardroom call, Portrait hanging in the hall. They called it progress... Called it pride... Never showed What lived inside. Pre-Chorus Sign the papers... Stamp the crates... Trust the people... Who signs your fate... Chorus COMPANY LIES! COMPANY BLEEDS! Building tomorrow On broken dreams! I wore their colors! I spoke their creed! Now I'll save The ones they leave! COMPANY LIES! COMPANY HIDES! Profit written In human souls! If this station Has to burn... Then let it burn To save who's left! Verse 2 Deck Nine vanished off the grid, Security just... never did. Calls went silent one by one, Something had already won. Camera feeds turned into screams, Acid scars through steel beams. Emergency doors gave way... Night had swallowed up the day. Override... Executive seal... Every secret... Every file... Every nightmare... Made real. Pre-Chorus They knew... They always knew... This wasn't a failure... This was planned. Chorus COMPANY LIES! COMPANY BLEEDS! Every paycheck Bought this parasite! No more orders! No more chains! Not one more soul Dies for your name! COMPANY LIES! COMPANY HIDES! No more truth Behind your lies! Today I stop Being your voice... Today... I made my choice. Bridge Open every shelter! Arm every volunteer! Doctors with the children! Security here! Engineers! Grab those rifles! You don't need permission now! Move! Move! Move! Every hallway! Every barricade! Every second! Every life! Breakdown Emergency transmission... Priority Override. This is Director Amelia Hart... To any vessel... To anyone listening... Weyland-Yutani betrayed us. They brought them here. Do not trust Company orders. There are fourteen civilians alive. I'm sealing the lower decks. I'll stay behind. You... Get them home. Final Chorus COMPANY LIES! But we don't! Hold the line! Hold your ground! Lock the blast doors! Flood the decks! Buy another minute! Buy another breath! If history remembers me... Don't remember the title... Remember... That I chose people... Over profit. Outro Reactor overload... Accepted. Blast doors sealed. Countdown... Ten... Nine... Eight... A distant rumble. Not the reactor. Engines. A dropship. Hydraulics hiss across Hangar Three. Five armored figures step through the smoke. Pulse rifle. Smartgun. Flamethrower. Another rifle. Another rifle. A voice cuts through the station-wide static— "Colonial Marines! Move!"
