[Intro] (radio crackle) (beep) This is Commander Kestrel—K-E-S-trel—Flight Survey Division. Moon-shadow Station. Year two-hundred of observation. Recommendation: do not stop. (static) [Verse 1] We’ve been parked behind the moon like a secret in a sleeve Two centuries of notes on the way you love to bleed (mm) You build tall flags over graves, then call it “history” Trade truth for a slogan, sell peace as a mystery War like a heartbeat, famine like a season Genocide in fine print, disease with no reason Don’t listen to the elders, don’t listen to the weak Do what you please, then pray it won’t peak You call it “progress” when the line goes up Even if the river’s black and the children can’t drink the cup We watch your leaders smile with their hands on the switch Like the end of everything is a dare and a twitch [Pre-Chorus] A few button presses from sunless nights A few hot tempers from glassing your lights You want the stars, but you bite your own chain So we mark your world with a warning in flame (no landing) [Chorus] We don’t stop at Earth—no, we don’t touch down Blue marble rage in a gold-leaf crown Murder monkeys in suits, throwing sparks at the sky One bad day from the “goodbye” (goodbye) We don’t stop at Earth—keep the engines clean Pass that orbit like it’s quarantine Pretty from far, but the closer we get It’s a “not yet… not ever” stamp on the set [Verse 2] You only link arms when the meteor’s near Suddenly “we” exists when you smell the fear (wow) Before that it’s borders, it’s tribes, it’s lines It’s “mine-mine-mine” in a thousand designs You got the same sun, same rain, same breath Still you bargain with hunger, still you gamble with death We heard your poets beg—“please be kind” Then watched you scroll past a warning sign You split the atom, then split the bill Split the truth, split the room, split the will And every time peace knocks, you chain the door Then call the noise “freedom” when the cannons roar [Pre-Chorus] A few button presses from sunless nights A few hot tempers from glassing your lights You want the stars, but you burn your own name So we circle and file and we whisper the same— [Chorus] We don’t stop at Earth—no, we don’t touch down Blue marble rage in a gold-leaf crown Murder monkeys in suits, throwing sparks at the sky One bad day from the “goodbye” (goodbye) We don’t stop at Earth—keep the engines clean Pass that orbit like it’s quarantine Pretty from far, but the closer we get It’s a “not yet… not ever” stamp on the set [Bridge] (drop—radio filter, almost spoken) And still… (static) In the rubble, we’ve seen you share your last slice In the storms, we’ve seen strangers pay the price In the dark, you light candles for someone you’ll never meet That’s the part of you that makes our silence feel cheap Maybe you’re not doomed—maybe you’re delayed Maybe love is a tool you forgot how to wield But if you want the sky, you’ll need more than a prayer— You’ll need a “we” that holds… even when nothing’s there [Final Chorus] We don’t stop at Earth—(but we listen, we learn) We don’t touch down—(we’re watching the turn) If you choose each other when no threat’s in view If you cool that trigger, if you follow through Then maybe one day—when the red lights fade When your “us vs them” finally gets unmade— We’ll stop at Earth… not to judge, not to jeer Just to say: you made it. You’re safe up here. [Outro] (radio crackle) (beep) Commander Kestrel, signing off. Recommendation updated: observe… and hope. (static)
