[Intro – distant radio static, low ship engine hum, female whisper processed through comms] (soft, breathy female voice) "Signal locked… trajectory unknown…" "Hold the line…" [Verse 1 – calm female vocal, intimate, almost whispered] Cold steel corridors, flickering light Breathing recycled air every night Orbiting ghosts in a fractured sky We count our rations, we don’t ask why Pressure alarms in a distant bay Someone’s praying the hull will stay Gravity’s weak but the fear is strong Out here, hope doesn’t last that long [Pre-Chorus – subtle male harmony enters, distant, filtered] We drift between the dark and dawn Engines burn but fuel is gone [Chorus – fuller female vocal, cinematic but restrained] We are the children of dying stars Living between the scars No throne, no chosen one Just circuits, blood and a dying sun If the void takes everything we are Let it remember our signal [Instrumental – deep synth pulse, metallic percussion, radar-like pinging] [Verse 2 – female vocal with slight distortion, more tension] Corporate flags in a silent war Numbers decide what we’re fighting for Cargo sealed with a hidden lie One wrong jump and we all could die Belters whisper through broken mics Earth burns bright with its polished lies Mars is dreaming in shades of red Counting the living, ignoring the dead [Pre-Chorus – male + female layered] We drift between the dark and dawn Engines burn but fuel is gone [Chorus – larger, but still grounded, no power-ballad vibe] We are the children of dying stars Living between the scars No prophecy, no guiding hand Just drifting metal and shifting sand If the void takes everything we are Let it remember our signal [Bridge – almost spoken, emergency lighting vibe] (alarm faintly in background) Hull integrity at sixty-two… This is not a drill… (whisper) If we don’t make orbit… tell them we tried. [Final Chorus – stripped down, softer, more emotional] We are the children of dying stars Fading between the scars No heroes left to run Just quiet hearts and a silent sun If the void takes everything we are Let it remember… our signal. [Outro – engine hum fades, last radio crackle] "Signal lost."
