[Intro] [Distant ventilation hum. Low electrical drone. Soft radio static. A warning tone repeats somewhere deep inside the station.] (Automated female voice, distant) Habitat cycle… External temperature… minus sixty-two. Atmospheric pressure… unstable. [Pause. A relay clicks.] Good morning, Mars. [Verse 1] [Close, intimate vocal. Almost spoken. Sparse heartbeat-like kick.] The bio-dome is bleeding through a plastic seam, [Quiet hiss of escaping air] We traded the horizon for a neon dream. The hydroponic gardens taste of copper keys, We are crawling through the tunnels on our bleeding knees. The mainframe is singing a forgotten hymn, [A faint synthetic melody emerges somewhere behind the vocal] The artificial sunlight is getting dim. [Lights flicker. Electrical hum drops in pitch.] (Whisper) Not again… [Pre-Chorus / Transmission] [Music almost disappears. Only breathing, static and low machinery.] Control, do you copy? [Static] Earth, do you copy? [Longer static] …Anybody? [Chorus] [Huge warm sub-bass enters. Wide cinematic synths. Vocal opens up but remains haunted rather than aggressive.] Cobalt in the water, iron in the bread, We built a silver kingdom for the living dead. Earth is just a whisper that we used to know, [Ghostly backing vocal] Buried deep forever in the Martian snow. The signal is a ghost, the radio is blind, We left our metal children and our souls behind. [Post-Chorus] [Beat falls away. A distant children’s choir hums the main melody through heavy radio filtering.] (Automated voice) Communication attempt… failed. [Static] Retrying… [Verse 2] [Beat returns heavier and more mechanical. Audible breathing inside a helmet.] My oxygen is ticking like a stolen watch, [Soft warning beep synchronized with the rhythm] The air is getting heavy, tasting like a scotch. I found the rusty rover in the frozen clay, I wiped the red dust off, but it was dead to stay. [Metallic touch against the rover hull] Hey… [Pause] Wake up. It didn't recognize me, didn't blink its eye, [Very faint electronic chirp — almost as if the rover answered] We taught our machines how to lonely die. [Long silence] (Whisper) I’m sorry. [Pre-Chorus / Transmission] [Breathing becomes louder.] Control… [Static] I found one of the old rovers. [Static] It’s still here. [Pause] We’re still here. [Final Chorus] [Huge warm sub-bass enters. Wide cinematic synths. Vocal opens up but remains haunted rather than aggressive. Additional distant harmonies.] Cobalt in the water, iron in the bread, We built a silver kingdom for the living dead. Earth is just a whisper that we used to know, [Choir] Buried deep forever in the Martian snow. The signal is a ghost, the radio is blind, We left our metal children and our souls behind. [Instrumental Collapse] [The music begins malfunctioning. Drums skip. Synths detune. Alarm tones slowly replace musical notes.] Warning. Pressure loss detected. Warning. Pressure loss detected. [Bridge] The pressure is falling. The static is clear. There is nobody talking. There is nobody here. [Very long pause] Hello? [Nothing.] [Outro] [Martian wind gradually replaces the sound of the station. A faint heartbeat-like bass remains.] Just the cobalt... [Breath] leaking... into red dust… … [The old synthetic morning melody from the intro begins playing again, damaged and slightly out of tune.] Good morning… Dear Mars… [Lyrics © 2026 Maksim Skarakhod aka Max Fortado]
