[INTRO — CLOSE WHISPER] No stars. No shoreline. Fine. I'll navigate blind. [VERSE 1 — LOW FEMALE ALTO] Compass twitching on the console, black water underneath, coordinates went missing somewhere farther out to sea. No beacon in the distance, no harbor drawing near, just velocity and instinct and a heading held by nerve. I don't need the ocean to tell me where I've been. Give me speed. Give me time. I'll calculate again. [PRE-CHORUS — BUILD] Last known position— marked. Course correction— set. Whatever waits beyond the dark hasn't found me yet. [CHORUS — DEEP GROOVE] Dead reckoning. No lighthouse required. I'm running through the black with every instrument wired. Let the needle shake. Let the horizon disappear. I've crossed worse water than whatever brought me here. Dead reckoning. Steady on the line. When the whole damn world goes dark— I still know what's mine. [VERSE 2 — RHYTHMIC / CONFIDENT] Current pulling starboard, weather changing fast, every mile ahead of me rewrites another past. The ocean keeps no ledger. It doesn't need my name. It only tests the heading when the pressure starts to change. So let the bearings wander. Let uncertainty begin. I was never built for harbor. I was engineered for this. [BRIDGE — MUSIC STRIPS DOWN] [LOW WHISPER] Position unknown. [FEMALE] Still moving. [HIGH] Visibility zero. [FEMALE] Still moving. [LOW] No signal. [FEMALE] Good. Now watch me navigate. [FINAL CHORUS — CONTROLLED POWER] Dead reckoning. No lighthouse required. I'm cutting through the black with every instinct wired. Let the compass spin. Let the heavens disappear. I don't need a constellation to confirm that I am here. Dead reckoning. Hold the heading true. When there's nothing left to follow— I become the point I navigate to. [OUTRO — CLOSE WHISPER] No stars. No shoreline. No coordinates. Still— exactly where I'm going.
