[Intro — slow pulsar rhythm, vinyl crackle, theremin rising, chopped vocal fragments: c“soul… soul… conserved…”] [Verse 1] They bottled me in carbon glass in twenty forty-nine a soul too tired for the age but unwilling to resign They said — wait for a gentler world we’ll wake you when it’s time now I haunt the frozen void and call the dark sky mine [Pre-Chorus] Oh, galaxies don’t age the way a longing body does I carry my old memories like analogue fuzz [Chorus — explosive lift, gated snare, vocal chops answering: “radiation… radiation…”] I am a conserved soul sailing through creation I am the conserved soul tuned into radiation through a wormhole, born again in a world I never planned I am a conserved soul with the universe beneath my hands [Verse 2] My ship was Hari Seldon’s Ghost she purred on dark matter fuel I’ve mapped the Veil, I’ve touched the Crab I’ve broken every rule the laws they knew back home when Stockholm still had snow when my town still had a train and nowhere I had to go [Pre-Chorus] But the questions that I carried then are still unanswered here what shape does meaning take in a universe this clear? [Chorus — explosive lift, wider synths, chopped “conserved soul” refrain] I am a conserved soul sailing through creation I am the conserved soul tuned into radiation through a wormhole, born again in a world I never planned I am a conserved soul with the universe beneath my hands [Bridge — spoken, slow reverb, over bowed cello drone and minimal synth pulse] My father taught me to fear no death as much as a mind that stopped asking I cross the Orion Arm at forty percent the speed of light and I am still asking I am still — asking [Instrumental Break — theremin lead, analog sequencer cascade, chopped choir-like vocal textures] [Verse 3] Some nights I dock at Waypoint Nine where old-school traders drink they say — you’re from the conserved age you’re living on the brink between the was and will-be a ghost in human skin I say — yes but I have seen black light come burning from within [Final Pre-Chorus — quieter, intimate] And there is no meaning out in space that wasn’t there in me the universe is just the shape of all I failed to see [Final Chorus — full cinematic wall, tom-heavy drums, baritone guitar, synth arps, cello drone] I am the conserved soul sailing through creation I am the conserved soul the answer is the radiation through a wormhole, born again in a world I never planned I am the conserved soul and the universe fits perfectly in my hands [Outro — sustained theremin, pulsar rhythm fading, broken vocal loop: “still asking… still… asking…”]
