[Intro][Style: solo military snare, four bars. Bugle call enters — short, sharp, a real signal, not decorative.] [Style: Brass section hits on the downbeat. Bass and acoustic guitar lock in. Cumbia groove emerges.] [Verse 1][Voice: female lead, mezzo, grit in the voice — not pretty, not trying to be] We landed on a world that wanted us dead The air was poison, the soil was red We buried the soft ones in the first long year We buried the loud ones, we buried the ones who knew fear The wind on this planet does not negotiate The xenofungus does not arbitrate You learn the lesson or you feed the lesson There is no third condition [Pre-chorus][Style: brass swells, snare doubles up] Y aprendí — (and I learned) Que el mundo no perdona a los blandos (that the world does not forgive the soft) Y aprendí — Que vivir es un acto de guerra (that to live is an act of war) [Chorus][Style: full band, anthemic, the brass is the hook] Sobrevivir! Sobrevivir! This is the only verb that matters Sobrevivir! Sobrevivir! When every other promise shatters Stand! Stand! Stand in the wind! Stand in the fire! Stand in the cold! Sobrevivir! Sobrevivir! Until the planet does what it's told [Verse 2][Style: a beat softer — this is the emotional turn, the love underneath] I had a soldier named Mira, sixteen She froze in the pass at Mount Planet's knee I carried her body for nine days down And I swore on her name, on her name, on her name — Never again, never again, never again Will I lose a child to the cold of this world Never again, never again, never again Will I send the soft into the storm [Pre-chorus][Style: harder now, the grit becomes steel] Y aprendí — Que el amor es entrenar a tus hijos (that love is training your children) Y aprendí — Que la ternura mata más que el frío (that tenderness kills more than the cold) [Chorus] Sobrevivir! Sobrevivir! This is the only verb that matters Sobrevivir! Sobrevivir! When every other promise shatters Stand! Stand! Stand in the wind! Stand in the fire! Stand in the cold! Sobrevivir! Sobrevivir! Until the planet does what it's told [Bridge][Style: brass cuts. Just snare, bass, and her voice. Spoken-sung, almost a sermon.] They call me hard They call me cruel They have not buried a sixteen-year-old in frozen ground They have not written a letter to a mother on a different star They have not counted the cost of softness in bodies I have. I have. I have. [Instrument: A single bugle note. The brass crashes back in, doubled.] [Style: Key change up a whole step] [Final chorus][Style: full force, choir joins on the *Stand! Stand! Stand!* lines] Sobrevivir! Sobrevivir! This is the only verb that matters Sobrevivir! Sobrevivir! When every other promise shatters Stand! Stand! Stand in the wind! Stand in the fire! Stand in the cold! Sobrevivir! Sobrevivir! Until the planet does what it's told Sobrevivir! Sobrevivir! Hasta que el planeta obedezca (until the planet obeys) [Outro][Style: brass holds the final chord. Single snare hit. Bugle call — the same one as the intro, but lower, resolved.] Sobrevivir. [Style: End on the downbeat. No fade.]
