Riding the flame of a burning god, The Earth screams through the endless dark. Not a circle, not a lie— A spiral carved in blackened sky. The Moon’s not bound by silver chains, She dances wild through solar veins. Around the Earth, yet always forward— Winding like a serpent toward forever. Helix of the void, twist and coil! Tearing time on a stellar boil. We don’t orbit, we invade— Through the black, in light we wade. One year. One month. One truth: You’re never where you think you stood. Every step is movement lost, Dragged by light, at gravity’s cost. Our little rock ain't still, ain't home— It’s screaming through the galactic dome. The Moon, she wails in endless chase, Her path a spiral through empty space. No orbit’s simple, no motion free— It’s all just war with entropy. No up. No down. Just motion, eternal and cold. The Sun watches. But nothing stops. Nothing rests. Not even your soul. Helix of the void, twist and coil! Truth and time forever spoiled. One month’s turn, a cosmic scream— One year gone in a dying dream. We're not still. We’re never still— We’re prisoners on a flaming wheel. Spiral on, Moon of night, Chained to Earth, chasing light… And we ride… and we ride… Til the dark eats the tide.
