The furnace hums a different tune The core is heavy, the light is doomed We fused our way up the periodic chain But iron won't burn—it just soaks up the pain No more fire, no more gain The star's own heart becomes its chain Silicon begged, neon cried out Iron just whispered, "This is the drought" Iron heart, iron heart You stopped the music, you tore the chart We built this star from dust and need And iron killed it with a single seed The pressure rose, the time grew thin The star remembered how to begin Not with a bang of fusion's grace But with collapse—a falling from grace The core compresses, the shell falls in One second left before the spin Iron doesn't hate, iron doesn't love Iron just obeys the laws above Iron heart, iron heart You stopped the music, you tore the chart We built this star from dust and need And iron killed it with a single seed (Spoken) Fusion ends here. Gravity wins. But winning… Winning takes a second. (Pause. Then a low, rumbling bass note that fades into silence.)
