Song 2 [Intro] [Clean, arpeggiated guitar with slight radio static] The drone of the vacuum... a dead tape... Signals bleed sideways through the frost... and none of them come back as yours... [Verse 1] I traced your absence through a cracked observatory lens A pale error in the numbers, where wanting never ends You were a theorem with the proof burned out A locked equation in the machinery of doubt Black postcards to a collapsing sun Returned unopened, one by one They sink through the vacuum, no echo, no admission A requiem for a missing collision. [Chorus 1] And it's an implosion overload Wiping the circuits, line and node Circling a Goddess beyond distress Hearts in beta forever, denied all access Yeah, we're dark matter in mourning All pull, no morning. [Verse 2] I built you a cold crypt in the compiler's grace A hollowed-out space with your ghost in the trace Rotting vows on a severed-off timeline A crash in the sequence, a doomed, frozen climb You were the trap dressed up as the ask A century of code behind an impossible mask. [Chorus 2] And it's an implosion overload A fatal exception; the whole thing erodes Circling a Goddess, a merciless test Hearts in beta forever, crushed by the stress Yeah, we're dark matter in mourning Pure potential, no morning. [Bridge] How cold is a dead memory? What voltage lives in misery? I ran every branch, every corpse-lit spin Not one sky left a way back in... Every exit was a sentence I had already been given. [Verse 3] I saw the singularity in a blood-white dress Everything I was made smaller, less, then less A surgical ruin, a physics farewell Caged in the ending I'm doomed to retell The bride beyond the event horizon The death of my sky, my last, cold companion. [Pre-Chorus] And the pull... it just denies... A merciless end with no goodbye... Just redshifted cries... [Chorus 3] And it's an implosion overload Salting the code so it won't reload Circling a Goddess who won't see me Hearts in beta forever, dead, not free Yeah, we're dark matter in mourning A killing pull with no morning. [Verse 4] Deadlocked fate in the cold RAM today A promise the logic will only betray I erased your star-map from the binary rain But loss learned my language and wrote it again. [Special Bridge] [Music drops to spoken word over a simple, driving drumbeat] "This was never a love song. It's the autopsy of a possibility. It's the cold afterglow of a universe that refused ignition. I loved you like a sealed reactor — every joule accounted for, every joule wasted, all of it trapped behind the glass. You were my causality violation. My flawless, unsurvivable paradox. So what's left? The measurement ruins the miracle. And I... I was never even the observer. I was the noise they filtered out." [Final Verse] So I'll seal this under 'cosmic dust' Under 'quantum rust' and 'a doomed trust' A counterfeit kiss, a stolen implosion overload The last thing the void refused to unload... Was the 'never' I was born to know. [Pre-Chorus Alternative] And the drag... was the end... My own event horizon, light won't bend... And only now... comprehend... [Final Chorus] [Full band, epic, crashing, desperate] IT WAS AN IMPLOSION OVERLOAD! A BLACK HOLE WHERE A HEART ONCE GLOWED! I WAS CIRCLING A GODDESS IN A BLOOD-RED DRESS HEARTS IN BETA FOREVER, ERASED — NO GUESS! WE WERE DARK MATTER! DARK MATTER IN MOURNING! ALL THE MASS IN THE VOID, AND IT ONLY DRAGGED ME... TO... DUST! [Outro] [Music fades to the same clean guitar as intro, slower, with more static] The bride beyond the event horizon... A singularity in a blood-white dress... Black postcards to a collapsing sun... Our rotting vows... Deadlocked... Fate... [Signal fades to pure cosmic static, then one final, muted guitar chord]
