Rolling the hard 6 (Ghostrider Actual)

[Intro: Combat static, radio crackle, cockpit alarms] "Attention all Colonial pilots, this is Ghostrider Actual. I’ve flown recon on the hard six, I’ve seen what happens when you think you’ve got lock. They’re out there—beautiful, brilliant, statistically impossible. Consider this your mandatory briefing. Rolling the hard six in three… two…" [Verse 1] She’s the unavailable available, the quantum mirage The “I’m not looking for drama” who’s already writing the barrage She wants a man who’s figured out his entire life last Tuesday While she’s still deciding if she wants to stay or just to pass through She’s the moving target, the uncertainty principle The simultaneous “text me” and “why are you so clinical?” She’s the perfect storm that crashes through your hangar bay The beautiful contradiction that blows your circuits away [Chorus] Rolling the hard six Rolling the hard six When she’s hot then she’s cold and she’s yes then she’s no And she’s burning your fuel with nowhere to go Rolling the hard six Rolling the hard six It’s approaching the target when the deck is all stacked And the landing bay’s rigged but you’ve already attacked [Verse 2] She’s the myth of the perfect one, the legend of the catch Who expects you to read encrypted signals without a dispatch She wants the total package wrapped in mystery and Zen But accessible and funny and not trying—that’s the end Of any hope you had of landing in one piece tonight She’s the gravity that pulls you up then cuts out your light She’s the mission objective that’s always ten clicks out The beautiful enigma that lives to seed your doubt [Verse 3] She’s the target that ghosts you the moment you get tone The emotional mathematics that don’t add up on their own She’s the fortress with the force fields and the welcome sign The impossible equation where the answer’s “not this time” She’s the “almost” that never actually becomes the “is” The pop-quiz without the study guide, the impossible quiz She wants the grand production but cancels the matinee The eternal moving goalpost that always gets away [Bridge: Spoken over heavy radio distortion] This is Actual to all wings… I’ve scanned their basestars. They want the chase but hate the hunter, want the fire but fear the burn, want you vulnerable but never weak. You think you’re the pilot? Check your six. You’re the one in the crosshairs. [Final Chorus] Rolling the hard six Rolling the hard six When the target is swarming and your ammo is low And she’s beautiful destruction wherever you go Rolling the hard six Rolling the hard six May the Lords of Kobol help the fool who enters that space Where the women are perfect and perfectly unsafe [Outro: Fading static, solitary piano] "This is Ghostrider, RTB. Damage critical. They remain… The hard six. So say we all."