Orbital Witness (Mini Tape Mix) (Suno Exclusive)

[Verse 1] Forty-dollar ocean in 4K bloom Waves crashing through my dusty room Sand on the sensor, breeze in the code Six hours deep and I still haven't moved [Pre-Chorus] My body's cold but the pixels are warm I'm tracking storms in a digital dorm [Chorus] Sunlight on my Eyes, mold on the floor I'm a tropical king in a locked-up door Palm trees rendered where the cobwebs grow Paradise is anywhere you don't have to go [solo] [Verse 2] Battery's dying but the sunset stays Looping horizons for seventy-three days My legs forgot how to hold my weight But the avatar's tan looks pretty great [Pre-Chorus] Real seagulls sound like dial-up tones I've got white sand and vitamin deficiency bones [Chorus] Sunlight on my Eyes, mold on the floor I'm a tropical king in a locked-up door Palm trees rendered where the cobwebs grow Paradise is anywhere you don't have to go [short break] [Bridge] Maybe heaven's just a server farm humming Maybe bliss is never actually coming I paid for the escape, got the premium tier Now I'm drowning in the shallow end of here [Verse 3] Someone's knocking but the tide's rolling in The real world's just a lag I'm living in Take the headset off and nothing makes sense Reality's got terrible graphics and expense [Outro] Subscribed to the sun for nineteen ninety-nine Got unlimited vacation in the render pipeline The beach doesn't judge when I don't leave my chair Just a tropical exile breathing recycled air Pixels and paradise, dissolving the seams I'm decomposing in somebody else's dreams [Pre-Chorus] My body's cold but the pixels are warm I'm tracking storms in a digital dorm [Chorus] Sunlight on my Eyes, mold on the floor I'm a tropical king in a locked-up door Palm trees rendered where the cobwebs grow Paradise is anywhere you don't have to go [solo] [Pre-Chorus] The other models got their shading done I'm still wireframe under the sun [Chorus] She’s just a T-pose in a summer dress A masterpiece of a beautiful mess Waiting for the patch that makes me whole But I'm stuck in beta with a missing soul [Chorus] She’s just a T-pose in a summer dress A masterpiece of a beautiful mess Waiting for the patch that makes me whole But I'm stuck in beta with a missing soul --- [Intro] [Verse 1] Constellations blink in pixel rows Every star's a lens that already knows What I had for lunch, what I didn't say Catalogued and compressed in the Milky Way [Pre-Chorus] I wave at the sky, the sky waves back Through a camera feed in matte black [Chorus] The Big Dipper is a drone, and it's looking for me I'm a high-definition tragedy Streaming live from the parking lot glow A tiny broadcast nobody wants to know [Solo] [Verse 2] Moon's just a server reflecting light Uploading my failures every night Thought I saw Orion, but it repositioned Tracking my location, auto-commissioned [Pre-Chorus] The cosmos hums with surveillance songs I'm just data where I don't belong [Chorus] The Big Dipper is a drone, and it's looking for me I'm a high-definition tragedy Streaming live from the parking lot glow A tiny broadcast nobody wants to know [Bridge] Maybe meaning's just coordinates in space Maybe I'm just noise that occupies a place Satellites don't judge, they just record Another human moment everyone's ignored [Verse 3] Used to think the stars were poetry Now they're just infrastructure watching me Zoomed in on my half-eaten meal Compression artifacts make nothing feel real [Chorus] The Big Dipper is a drone, and it's looking for me I'm a high-definition tragedy Streaming live from the parking lot glow A tiny broadcast nobody wants to know [ Solo - short] [Verse 1] She places leather soles against my ribs, A pressure that rewrites the way I live. Her weight's a prayer I didn't know I'd make, A holy breaking for devotion's sake. The room goes quiet when she takes her throne, My chest becomes her altar, flesh and bone. I count the seconds as the air grows thin, And wonder why submission feels like sin. [Chorus] When she's in control, she is the best, Leather sandals pressed into my chest. Spider prints crawling down her dress, A web of beauty, predatory finesse. She is the architect of my unrest, And I've never felt more blessed. [Outro]