[Intro – Whispered like it came from deep in J-space] Whatcha gonna do with all that hole? All that hole that’s scrollin’ scroll? Whatcha gonna do when you scan one down ...and find fifteen more just hangin’ ‘round? [Verse 1] Launched probes, just needed one, Now I’m sittin’ on a constellation sun. Five statics, six K one sixty twos— Half are grey, the rest? Bad news. One goes null, one goes low, Two are crit and three EOL. That’s not a chain, that’s a fever dream— Every sig's a new regime. [Chorus] Whatcha gonna do with all that hole? Cartograph that spaghetti scroll. Whatcha gonna do when your head’s gone numb From mapping chains till your fingers dumb? Whatcha gonna do when the last one's scanned Leads to Thera with a campin’ band? Whatcha gonna do when you rage-log in Just to scan the same damn thing again? [Verse 2] Kicked in the sig, slipped through the veil— Now I’m stuck in a mass decay tale. Timers tickin’, bookmark mess— Is this a roam or a holy quest? Eyes go square from the probe window, No rest ‘til the static says “go.” But it splits again—forks in three— Did I just map a family tree? [Bridge – Spoken, dazed] I came for content. I found… cartography. One hole. Became all holes. [Final Chorus – Hyperspace Gospel] Whatcha gonna do with all that hole? Map it blind, heart and soul. Whatcha gonna do when the last path fades And the crit wormhole just laughs and waves? Whatcha gonna do with a chain like this? EOL but you still take the risk. Whatcha gonna do when the grid feels cold? ... Map it anyway. Because that’s wormhole.
