(Intro) (A lone mining laser hums. Wind-like synths drift behind a slow industrial guitar.) "No hostiles detected..." "Strip miners active..." (Verse 1) Morning light on frozen stone, A thousand miles from worlds called home, Engines whisper, steady, low, Nowhere left I'd rather go. No alarms are calling out, No reason left for fear or doubt, Only stars and shattered seams, Floating through my quiet dreams. (Pre-Chorus) No rush... No race... Just another peaceful place... (Chorus) The belt is quiet... The stars are bright... Just me and these old lasers Working through the night. The belt is quiet... No need to run... Sometimes the richest treasure Is finding no one. (Verse 2) Drones drift like a flock of birds, Never speaking, never words, Every beam a steady song, Pulling me gently along. Corp chat laughs about the day, Someone jokes the rats away, Nothing grand, no history, Just good friends and industry. (Pre-Chorus) Steel and stone... Coffee cold... Simple stories never get old... (Chorus) The belt is quiet... The stars are bright... Just me and these old lasers Working through the night. The belt is quiet... No need to run... Sometimes the richest treasure Is finding no one. (Bridge) The universe keeps turning... Markets rise and fall... Wars are fought beyond the gates... But out here... None of that matters at all... (Breakdown) Let the lasers sing... Let the engines breathe... Leave tomorrow for tomorrow... Today... We mine. (Instrumental, 1 minute of the bagpipe battling against the guitar in an epic duel) (Final Chorus) The belt is quiet... And so am I... Watching another sunrise Paint the empty sky. The belt is quiet... This is where I belong... Sometimes silence Is the loudest song. (Outro) "Ore hold full." ... "No rush." "The belt will still be here tomorrow." (The guitars fade, leaving only the soft hum of mining lasers.)
