[Intro] Look up—who wrote the map in the dust? A name in the stars is not proof, it's a question of trust. [Verse 1] They drew seven sisters on a midnight chart, Then sold us certainty dressed up as art. Pleiades burning where the winter winds turn, Old stories travel, but the facts still earn. A cluster of suns, not a council in disguise, No hidden decree written across the skies. We can wonder aloud, we can test what we hear, Keep awe in the room, keep the evidence clear. [Pre-Chorus] Myth can make a doorway; it can't make a case, Ask who made the claim, ask what time and place. [Chorus] Tell me what you know, tell me what you found, Separate the signal from the story going round. Pleiadian secret—say it, then verify, Wonder with your feet on the ground and your eyes on the sky. [Verse 2] A bright point in the dark doesn't make it a guide, And a confident voice doesn't make truth on its side. Check the source, check the dates, check the chain of the tale, If it bends every rule, let the claim meet the scale. Some say visitors came with a message to share, But a story repeated isn't evidence there. Still the stars pull us close to the edge of the known; We can ask better questions and think for our own. [Pre-Chorus] Myth can make a doorway; it can't make a case, Ask who made the claim, ask what time and place. [Chorus] Tell me what you know, tell me what you found, Separate the signal from the story going round. Pleiadian secret—say it, then verify, Wonder with your feet on the ground and your eyes on the sky. [Outro] Keep the question open. Keep the standard high. Awe in the heart, evidence in sight.
