[Intro – Echo | intelligent female spoken-sung | Japanese-English sound | precise technical cadence | slight vocal echo | glitch DJ] New signature detected. Unknown space. Probability of sensible decisions... Low. [Feedback Squeal | Drums Slam In] [Verse 1 – Kilo | male MC | confident sharp grime flow | street-smart bounce | technical internal rhymes | smug conversational tone] Scanner goes ping and the whole crew wakes Probe that signal, see what shape it takes Bookmark clean, get eyes on the hole Nobody knows where we're gonna go No local warning, no easy way home One bad jump and you're properly alone Chain gets longer, map gets strange Mid-Rust grinning— That's our range [Instrumental Transition – distorted guitar | vocals stop] [Chorus – Raven | smoky female vocalist | Spanish-English sound | sharp street cadence | calculated melodic flow | explosive rock shout] WORM-HOLES! Jump into the black! WORM-HOLES! Might not make it back! WORM-HOLES! New Eden underground! Mid-Rust goes in— TURN THAT SHIT UP LOUD! [Instrumental Break – Echo | glitch DJ | turntable scratching | distorted guitar cuts] Scan. Bookmark. Jump. [Scratch] Question decisions later. [Verse 2 – Vex | deep male rapper | intimidating deadpan | sarcastic emphasis | fearless hypeman | shout energy] Hole looks unstable. Good. Fleet jumps anyway. Better. Somebody asks where this connection goes Nobody knows. That's why we chose it. No gate traffic. No highway lanes. Just cosmic weather and questionable brains. W H P D somewhere deeper inside If you're doing dirtbag shit— You picked a bad place to hide. [Instrumental Transition – guitar feedback | drum fill | vocals stop] [Chorus – Raven | smoky female vocalist | Spanish-English sound | sharp street cadence | calculated melodic flow | explosive rock shout] WORM-HOLES! Jump into the black! WORM-HOLES! Might not make it back! WORM-HOLES! New Eden underground! Mid-Rust goes in— TURN THAT SHIT UP LOUD! [Verse 3 – Echo | intelligent female spoken-sung | Japanese-English sound | precise technical cadence | slight vocal echo | glitch DJ] Mass remaining: uncertain. Destination: unknown. Crew confidence: unjustifiably high. Connections die. New ones appear. Maps become obsolete while we are still here. Scanner keeps singing, signatures bloom Another little doorway into another dark room No gates. Correct. Only holes. Finally... A transportation system with reasonable design goals. [Extended Instrumental Break – Echo | DJ Turntable | scratching | guitar riff | drum fills] Worm— Worm— Worm— [Scratch] Hole. [Final Chorus – Raven | smoky female vocalist | Spanish-English sound | sharp street cadence | calculated melodic flow | explosive rock shout] WORM-HOLES! Straight into the black! WORM-HOLES! There ain't no turning back! WORM-HOLES! Hear the scanners sound! Blood Raider Orphans— SHAKE THE FUCKING STATION DOWN! WORM-HOLES! WORM-HOLES! WORM-HOLES! MID-RUST UNDERGROUND! [Outro – Echo | intelligent female spoken-sung | Japanese-English sound | precise technical cadence | slight vocal echo | glitch DJ] Connection collapsed. [Record Scratch] Excellent. Scan another one.
