[Intro — Ghost, distant, radio-filtered dispatch channel] Remember me... remember me... Something's rotten in the asteroid belt tonight [Verse 1 — Hamlet] [Male Lead: Weathered Frontier Voice] My old man's voice on the static comms a jumped-up claim and a crater tomb he whispered square it through the deep-freeze cold — nineteen years old with a dead man's gold They call me a lunie — but a lunatic sees plain when the claim-jump sheriff sells dust for rain [Pre-Chorus — Ophelia] [Female Lead: Radio-Filtered Dispatch Voice] Come to the lock-seal, come to the well come where the blown-out bulkheads fell Don't mine so long, love — thinkin's a grave come on and vent it, brother, be brave [Chorus — Both] [Duet: Male and Filtered Female] To be, or not to be that's the hand that's dealt to me somethin's rotten, and it's ridin' for me to be — or not to be come home to the void [Verse 2 — Hamlet] [Male Lead: Weathered Frontier Voice] The show's the thing — I'll make the syndicate see their own double-cross play on the mess-hall screen a mirror, a ledger, and the guilt rings true — but I wait, and I wait, and the waitin' rots too [Interlude — Ophelia] [Female Lead: Radio-Filtered Dispatch Voice] Sector broadcast: there's rosemary, that's for remembrance... she drifts into static, into stars [Bridge — The Showdown] [Hamlet] They loaded the hopper with a poisoned slug [Ophelia] one nick, my love, and it's done [Hamlet] a hit — a hit — and the venom's found [Ophelia] the far dark sector's begun [Both] the shot, the star, the claim, the grave — every debt on the rim gets paid [Final Chorus — Both] [Duet: Male and Filtered Female] To be, or not to be that was the hand — now it's settin' me free somethin' was rotten, and it came for me to be — or not to be [Outro] [Hamlet] The rest... is silence. [Ophelia] Dispatch closing channel. Goodnight, sweet prospector. [Sudden dead-silence hard-stop]
