[Intro | lone slide guitar moan | soft distant harmonica sigh] Out here in the black... where the stars feel wrong... [Verse 1 | slow dragging rhythm | low intimate delivery] I know wormholes better than jump gates, Slipped through tears in the fabric of space, Odd how the danger feels like an old embrace, Same threat or worse yet it calls my name. [Chorus | Haiku style | 5-7-5 syllables | heartfelt stacked harmonies with echo] Wormhole heart calls Random skies feel more like home Chaos comforts me [Verse 2 | building slide swells | gritty emotional tone] Jump gates straight and cold with their plotted lines, Traps laid careful by corporate minds, But the wormholes twist with a wild design, Random chaos feels more like mine. [Chorus | Haiku style | 5-7-5 syllables | heartfelt stacked harmonies with echo] Wormhole heart calls Random skies feel more like home Chaos comforts me [Verse 3 | deeper soul burn | breathy pauses with harmonica fills] I am cozier here in the unknown drift, Where the gates feel planned and the traps are swift, Wormhole randomness eases the shift, Home somehow in the unpredictable rift. [Chorus | Haiku style | 5-7-5 syllables | heartfelt stacked harmonies with echo] Wormhole heart calls Random skies feel more like home Chaos comforts me [Verse 4 | rising intensity | expressive vocal strain] Less planned trap systems in the swirling dark, No empires waiting with their hidden mark, I navigate the folds with an old scarred spark, Wormholes whisper secrets to my heart. [Chorus | Haiku style | 5-7-5 syllables | heartfelt stacked harmonies with echo] Wormhole heart calls Random skies feel more like home Chaos comforts me [Verse 5 | reflective close | slower freer phrasing] From the capsule pod to the endless black, I chase the holes where the safe paths lack, Odd comfort found on this wayward track, Wormhole wanderer never turning back. [Chorus | Haiku style | 5-7-5 syllables | heartfelt stacked harmonies with echo] Wormhole heart calls Random skies feel more like home Chaos comforts me [Bridge | sparse and raw | single guitar notes with vocal ad-libs] Yeah... the randomness... it feels like kin... No gates to chain me... let the chaos win... [Outro | long fading slide and harmonica | gentle soulful resolution] I know wormholes better... than jump gates... Home somehow... in the wild unknown...
