(Intro) [Slow, heavy drum beat kicks in, distant radio static. A deep, warm bassline pulses like a dying heart.] (Static) Do you copy? … (Sound of beeping) (Verse 1) The sky is a bruised peach that never falls. Silicon rivers where nothing flow but code. I am chewing on copper wires to taste the color red. Is it red? Or is it just old blood? The telemetry whispers in broken German. Dust on my solar panels like gray pollen from a dead earth. (Chorus / New Variant) [The beat slows down, heavy sub-bass bends, and a haunting, melodic chime cuts through the static] Red dust in my lungs, blue dust in my eyes, We are dancing where the radio dies… Oh, mother Columbia, your children are cold, We traded our water for mountains of gold. The signal is fading, the planet is rust, Everything we loved is becoming just... dust. (Verse 2) [Bassline becomes more distorted, industrial metallic clicks sound in the background] Ninety-five percent carbon dioxide. Breath became a luxury no one could afford. The mountains here have no names, only coordinates. Olympus Mons is a cold shoulder turning away from the sun. We brought our ghosts in metal containers. They leaked... Now the craters are haunting by forgotten signals. … Do you copy? … (Sound of beeping) (Outro) [The drum beat slowly fades out, leaving only the deep sub-bass and a whispering wind] The wind has a low frequency. It enters the skull through the fillings in your teeth. Hiss… Click… Sleep now… the little machine. … The rust is just the planet trying to hold your hand. Forever sleep… … (Do you copy?) [Lyrics © 2026 Maksim Skarakhod aka Max Fortado]
